#dorks with sex appeal

[kingkunigami]

On Oliver Aiku:

[littlemonarch]

i regret to inform you all that i have a new ship and fully intend to be cringe online about it.

[sharedramblings]

Staying After

Summary: This is the first time you've stayed the night ever since your little arrangement with Larissa.

Prompt: "I'm so glad you stayed the night." from this Morning After prompt list I've read.

Contains: fwb, nudity, implied smut

Author's note: What's this? I don't know either but it's what came to mind when I saw the prompt. And with this one out, I now only have one thing left in my drafts.

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You slowly stir from what's likely the best slumber you've ever had, legs tangling further with the woman beside you. Your head rests near her collarbone and you can feel the warmth her body radiates with the little space between the two of you.

"I'm glad you stayed the night" she murmured from above you, voice still hoarse from sleep. You basked in her presence, the fingers that rest on your back were persistent on drawing circles in your skin.

You hummed before answering, your voice tinged with the teasing tone she's all too familiar with. "You didn't gave me much of a choice with the way you're hugging me last night"

She gently pushed you away, scoffing at your response.

"For someone who clearly loved it, you're unbelievably cocky" Larissa retorts, knowing full well you nestled further in her side as sleep takes you.

"Who told you I did?"

"You're free to go then. Leave, and make sure you bring with you your astounding ego. Shoo" she nudged you farther, hands sending you away, face alight with mischief.

"I'm kidding! Please stop sending me away, it's cozy in here." You chuckle, fighting to get back to her space. "I'm glad I stayed too."

She didn't put up much of a fight after that, content with your admission. She let you embrace her this time as she lay on her back, eyes staring at the ceiling above.

"Your bed really is the best, whether it be for refreshing sleep or mind-blowing sex. I might steal it from you, Rissa"

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean I won't report you, thief" She chose not to comment on your thoughts about her bed's purposes, preventing her mind from thinking about the sensual night you two shared, about the moans and pleasure that occurred in her bedroom.

You fake a betrayed gasp, lifting your head to look at her. "You could just buy another"

She raised an eyebrow in return, "so could you but here you are, resorting to theft instead"

You decided to make face in response to her answer, earning you a pillow smacked right in your face.

"Hey!" You both laugh, silence filling the room right after.

"Maybe I could convince you in some other way?" You playfully raise your eyebrows up and down as you look at her, one hand caressing her arm.

"Dork"

"I'm a DILF" Larissa gave you a baffled look. What on earth are you onto now?

"Dork you'd like to fuc–"

"Okay that's enough." She immediately cut you off as she caught on the last part of that statement, and you can't help the entertained chuckle you let out.

"As if you weren't doing me last night, which, you're an expert of, by the way" She groaned at that. You're insufferable. Why did she let you stay?

Your arrangement with Larissa brings you to her bed whenever she needs, providing her with the relief and pleasure she sometimes craves. You're not blind to the appeal Larissa possesses; on the contrary, you're actually heavily affected by it, by her. So if she wanted a no strings attached relationship, then you're more than willing to deliver.

This was the first time you've slept with her– in the literal sense of the word. An hour after you're both satisfied was always spent catching your breaths, taking care of each other, and conversing just a bit, and then you're off to your own quarters. The warmth which envelops your being right now is something you know borders in dangerous territory, but you're not ready to deal with it yet. Maybe next time.

You get up with a grunt, not caring to cover your naked form. "Coffee or Tea?"

Larissa watched you for a while before sitting up, wrapping the blanket in her body. She chose the latter, and you nodded, padding your way to her kitchen.

"Coming right up, my lady." Sure, it's your first time sleeping in, but you've been sharing meals with her enough in this very house to know where her items are stored.

"For heaven's sake, wear something first"

You turned back to her with a grin on your face, shrugging at her. "Eh, nothing you haven't seen and drooled over, Rissa"

She just huffed and rolled her eyes before a smile appeared on her lips at your antics, staring at the door despite you no longer occupying the space. You're both aware that a line has been crossed, but neither of you acknowledged it. You spending the night is just a one time thing.

... Definitely.

[sailorstarr-chan4]

Anime Titles Summarized (Poorly) - Part 2

Black Butler: Patent-made for Edge-lord Emo Kids of the late 2000s. But like. It's actually GOOD. Full Moon wo Sagashite: If angels worked at Make-a-Wish My Roommate is a Cat: The best way to convert cat-haters is to make them watch this show Kaichou wa Maid-Sama!: Girls sells her body to make do, but not for sex. Technically. Toradora!: Two dorks with major daddy issues play matchmaker with each other, and accidentally fall in love instead Lovely Comlex: This anime intricately understands the universal appeal of the Height Difference in a ship Romeo x Juliet: Shakespeare.... but with dragon steeds and a magic tree Rosario + Vampire: A straight cis man's idea of a "monsterfucker" show. And allllll of the pantie shots. Sekirei: Battle Royale, but with scantily clad ladies The Devil is a Part-Timer!: Satan works at McDonald's. That's it. That's the show. ef a tale of memories: Angsty teenagers need SERIOUS FUCKING THERAPY H2O Footprints in the Sand: Hate begets hate Anohana: Childhood trauma comes back to life The Pet Girl of Sakurasou: Neurodivergent teen shenanigans explore the existential crisis of Talent vs Genius Please Teacher!: Aliens + statutory rape loopholes FairyCube: Mind-fuck. Pretty fairies. More mind-fuckery. IN ONLY THREE MANGA VOLUMES. Chobits: What if sex dolls had feelings? XXXHolic: God is always drunk and her overworked, underpaid intern is perpetually Stressed Out™ and pissed off at his future boyfriend Kobato: A kindergarten school is being threatened by the local mafia to be shut down. Oh and there are talking stuffed animals, implied to be banished demons and angels. Shinobi Lie: Doctor Who meets ninjas FAKE: Two detectives making out in a alley because they're not gay-- wait, what?! Dance in the Vampire Bund: Interesting story, gorgeous animation..... deeply uncomfortable lolicon Seraph of the End: You came here for cool action against vampires, and stayed for The Gay Angel Beats!: Purgatory is high school Assassination Classroom: Exactly what it says on the tin Brothers Conflict: Why is there a fucking talking squirrel?! Charlotte: X-Men, if Magneto's fears are realized Code Geass: Fucked-up family dynamics meets the metaphysical plane Neon Genesis Evangelion: The Original Love It or Hate It anime Yashahime: *cracks knuckles* Time to destroy a fandom

Part 1 Here!

[smeddiemunson]

I know this has been done to death now but Eddie, Steve, Chrissy and Robin all in a band together.

Eddie plays lead guitar obviously. Chrissy is the singer and plays a little rhythm guitar. Robin plays the bass and Steve is the drummer. They all write songs but it’s mainly Eddie and Robin on the music and Steve and Chrissy on the lyrics. They share all the royalties equally.

Chrissy is the perfect front woman for the band, she’s cute and charming and not quite as abrasive as Eddie or Robin tend to be when asked the more rude questions. She has patch work tattoos that stand out from her pale skin. While her guitar is featured on every song on the recorded version, when she’s playing live she’d much rather just have a microphone and the ability to dance around and have fun with her friends.

Steve never talks in interviews. He’s happy to sit back and let his friends talk about what they’re passionate about. Eddie and Robin know so much about the technical side of music and will go on and on about it for hours, and Chrissy just loves performing. When Steve does speak it’s to wax poetic about his love for everyone else in the band. He develops a little bit of a cult following and doesn’t really know how to handle the outpouring of love from the fans; he doesn’t want to let it go to his head like popularity did in high school. But he knows Robin would never let that happen.

Eddie was made to perform. He was going to anyway, with corroded coffin or otherwise. But Robin and Chrissy came to him with the idea and he can’t say no to his favourite girls. He’s a little more what people expect from their band’s sound. He looks like he would be the creator behind heavy guitar riffs and aggressive drums. No one really expects him to be as fun as he is, always joking around on stage and always hanging out by the stage door just a bit longer than his band mates to talk to the fans that stayed.

Robin looks effortlessly cool. She’s still neurotic as hell and worries a lot but as soon as her bass is in her hand she goes to a different place. They all like to joke about who has the most fans, but it’s Robin by a mile. She oozes sex appeal and mystery while she’s on stage, and she’s such a dork off it that people can’t help but be endeared. There’s even a Twitter account dedicated to finding the clothes she wears because she has the best style in the band and is definitely responsible for making sure they’re cohesive. She’s the glue that keeps everyone together.

When they win their first Grammy for Best New Artist, Robin gives an impassioned speech about finding your people, always being yourself and doing what you love. She shares the message for anyone that’s struggling that it does get better and she’s proof of that, all four of them are proof of that. They preform at pride every year and regularly do stuff for queer charities. Each piece of their merch has a different charity that a percentage of the proceeds go to. The badge set donates to helping homeless teens and the key ring donates to an eating disorder charity.

Their shows are Gay™️. Someone from the crowd will throw a pride flag on stage every show without fail and Chrissy will dance around the stage with it, wrap it around her shoulders and make sure everyone hears her when she sings about wanting to fuck hot girls.

She dances with Robin while she sings and Robin gets on her knees while she’s playing and looks like she absolutely worships Chrissy (which she does) and the only thing stopping her from getting her head under Chrissy’s tiny skirt right then and there is the looming threat of indecent exposure charge. But she doesn’t wait long to satiate her need when they get back onto the tour bus after the show and meet and greats are done.

Eddie is so active on stage. He really gets into the music, so it’s no surprise that he has to take his shirt off after the first song. He always drapes it around Steve’s shoulders and pinches his cheeks in between his fingers so Steve’s lips pucker and he can kiss him. Steve blushes bright red but goes straight into the opening of the next song.

Steve and Eddie like to tease one another. Everything they do on stage is to entice each other. Steve being on the drums means he’s at the back of the stage but the band knows the fans are obsessed with him and make sure to have a camera on him at all times that feeds into a livestream that hangs over the stage. Sometimes Eddie will get distracted between songs when he’s supposed to be bantering with Chrissy because Steve’s getting too hot and just poured a whole bottle of water over his head to cool him down, and all he can think about is licking up every droplet of water dripping from his hair onto the slope of his neck.

They like to change up the set list a lot so the fans are always surprised by what they get to hear. It’s the best part of touring when they hear the screams when a favourite is played.

There’s one song that Eddie and Steve wrote together that’s only played once a tour. Those shows get an adult content warning. Because they can’t help themselves. They wrote it in bed after spending all day wrapped up in one another, taking turns to write notes or lyrics on each others skin. When they finish, Eddie gently places his guitar on a stand and climbs up the dais the drums are on so he can straddle Steve’s legs, wait for him to open his mouth so he can spit in it then lick it up from his tongue, and filthily make out with him to the sounds of their fans screaming. It’s all caught on Steve Cam.

At all times, Steve and Eddie, and Robin and Chrissy are seconds away from fucking on stage. All the endorphins and energy just get to them.

They’ve had multiple articles published about them being vulgar, degenerate etc etc by religious groups. There was even a short time where a petition for them to be banned from performing went around. But that only seemed to get more people to check them out.

They put out a Rumours style record and the fans get so worried that their favourite band is breaking up, but actually no they were all arguing about stupid stuff and channeling their feelings into music. They’ll never break up, they’ve been through too much together.

They take a break after their fourth album in as many years. They’re still making music, always making music, but they need some time just for them. Robin and Chrissy road trip around Europe so Robin can flex her language skills and Chrissy can take Robin to every cool historical monument she’s ever wanted to see. They try new foods and every local beer they can get their hands on, document it all on their instagrams. Chrissy’s pictures are super artful and captioned with really deep thoughts, how grateful she is to be alive and thriving. (Their good friend and journalist Nancy Wheeler wrote an interview where Chrissy was able to speak candidly about her mental health troubles, eating disorder and how finding music and love helped her, continues to help her get through it). Robin’s pictures are always of Chrissy, complete candid, laughing or pointing at something with a caption in the local language saying how in love she is or how beautiful Chrissy is.

Eddie and Steve spend all their time in the fishing cabin Eddie got for Wayne with their first big paycheque. They don’t need to see anywhere else, they just want the quiet. They spend their mornings cooking together and their afternoons writing songs or reading books. In the evening they’ll dress up fancy and have candlelit dates inside the house, speak softly and tell each other how much they love each other.

Fans speculate what Eddie and Steve are doing. They haven’t been seen since the last show, haven’t posted anything on Instagram, and there are rumours that Eddie’s been checked into rehab (his drug use is wildly over reported. He smokes a joint after a show and nothing else. He’d seen what meth did to his parents and he wants no part of it, no matter how “rock ‘n’ roll” it may be.)

It’s not until Chrissy and Robin get back to the states that Eddie and Steve come out of hiding. Robin posts a video of them doing karaoke together, clearly a well practice routine where they do ‘Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ by Elton John and Kiki Dee. And after the freak out by the fans over Eddie knowing a song like that, how in love they are, and how glad everyone is to know that Steve and Eddie are alive and apparently thriving, the fans notice something.

Steve’s wearing a ring, which is strange because Steve never wears rings. The only piece of jewellery Steve has ever worn is a gold chain with a guitar pick hanging off it that matches a silver chain around Eddie’s neck.

Steve waits three weeks after that video to post on Instagram (which he never does) to tell everyone that he and Eddie got married the day Robin took that video. It was a small ceremony, just their friends and family in attendance. Claudia Henderson (a surrogate mother to both of them) officiated. He posts a picture of his and Eddie’s hands entwined, Eddie still has rings on every finger but the single band on his left ring finger matches the one on Steve’s exactly. Steve has an extra ring under his wedding band, something simple and almost cheap looking. It’s not until years later that it’s revealed that Eddie bought the ring three months after he and Steve started dating; way before they had internationally famous band money to spend.

The other pictures that come out were all taken by Jonathan, another close family friend who is usually seen doing pictures for art houses in New York, or occasionally photo reporting for his wife because no one else is able to capture her vision the way he does.

Steve and Robin are pictured crying as they slow dance, captioned ‘father-son dance’. Eddie is captured crying at what looks like a speech from Chrissy. Robin stands up for Steve and Chrissy stands up for Eddie, but Eddie also has his old band mates with him (who still fly the corroded coffin flag and let him record the guitar on their albums) and Steve has a group of 20-somethings stand up for him that someone points out are all people who are making waves in various scientific endeavours, and how the hell does Steve know them?

They come back for their fifth album bigger and better than ever, and their fans don’t even know why they worried. There’s clearly nothing in this world that the four of them would rather do.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Chris Geidner at Law Dork:

When it comes to the Biden administration’s long-awaited Title IX sex discrimination education rule, which went into effect Thursday, America truly is two nations. Due to a series of lower-court injunctions, the Education Department is blocked from enforcing the rule, which includes LGBTQ school protections, in 26 states across the country.

The steps that led us to such a place over the past 50 days tell both a story of how much anti-transgender animus has made its way into the federal courts — and a story of how irrelevant the U.S. Supreme Court has made itself and its rulings through its repeated actions disregarding, minimizing, or outright reversing those rulings. The 423-page rule that went into effect Thursday defines sex in the sex discrimination ban of Title IX of the Education Amendments Act of 1972 as including both sexual orientation and gender identity. This is reasoning that, the Biden administration argues, follows from the Supreme Court’s 2020 decision in Bostock v. Clayton County that Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964’s sex discrimination ban includes bans on both sexual orientation and gender identity discrimination.

The rule also includes provisions addressing “sex-separated facilities” and “hostile-environment harassment,” both of which include language that provides protections for transgender students. The rule does much more, however, including setting for the standards for schools to use in handling sex-based harassment complaints, pregnancy protections, and setting forth general obligations under the landmark law. That rule is now in effect, but the Education Department is blocked from enforcing it in Alabama, Alaska, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Idaho, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, Missouri, Montana, Nebraska, North Dakota, Ohio, Oklahoma, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Texas, Utah, Virginia, West Virginia, and Wyoming. (As discussed below, the department is also blocked from enforcing the rule in more than 2,500 specific schools across the country — many of which are in the 24 states that do not have an injunction in place.) The Supreme Court, moreover, has allowed this to happen without even ruling as of mid-day Thursday on the Justice Department’s requests in two of the cases to pare back the injunctions during appeals.

[...]

What happened?

A series of lawsuits were filed challenging the rule, mostly brought by Republican attorneys general but also brought by some far-right organizations and primarily arguing that the rule violates the Administrative Procedure Act due to the three provisions addressing gender identity and transgender protections. They were almost all filed in jurisdictions that would increase the likelihood of a far-right judge hearing the case — and a more conservative appeals court considering appeals. The efforts paid off. Some of the most conservative district court judges in the nation heard the challenges and granted preliminary injunctions against enforcement of the rule — including U.S. District Judges Terry Doughty, Reed O’Connor, and Matthew Kacsmaryk, known for their far-right rulings on efforts to combat misinformation on social media, the Affordable Care Act, and mifepristone, respectively, all of which were reversed by the Supreme Court. In addition to those three judges in Texas and Louisiana, four others — U.S. District Judges Danny Reeves, John Broomes, Rodney Sippel, Jodi Dishman — issued injunctions from their courts in Kentucky, Kansas, Missouri, and Oklahoma, respectively.

The Biden Administration’s Title IX rule went into effect yesterday, but in 26 states and in over 2,500 schools across America, the new rule is being blocked from enforcement.

[hargrove-mayfields]

Hold Me Closer, Tiny Dancer

for Day 7 of MungroveWeek @mungroveweek

rating: teen

prompts: Big Spoon/Little Spoon, Touched after being touch-starved, Bruised skin, First kiss, Dungeons and Dragons.

content warnings: Referenced child abuse and abandonment, past relationship abuse, and mental health struggles.

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Billy is the kind of guy that sees sex as the endgame in a relationship.

All the flirting and the posturing and the touchy-ness, it’s all just the build up until whoever is on the other end can get him in their bed, and then it’s over.

Not that he’s scared of commitment, that’s all that he could really want is some damn stability for once in his life, but he’s scared of what comes next. After they get that first time under the covers with him, they only want more and more from there. They just want to keep taking and taking and taking from him, until they’re demanding those three little words he hasn’t been able to utter in forever, and he can’t bear it.

Love just isn’t something Billy Hargrove is good at. That’s what he’s decided anyhow. It scares him and makes him think too much. But when he holds hands with a girl and feels that swell of pride in his chest, he wonders how much more intense that feeling would be like if there was a ring on her finger. When he kisses a boy and feels warmth all over, he wants that vulnerability to be a feeling he wakes up to every morning. So, maybe he’s just too messy to settle.

But the future isn’t something he has the luxury of looking forward to when he’s always stuck in the past.

So when Eddie Munson comes along in the harshest winter of his life, Billy gets attached real quick.

They don’t even have to touch for the butterflies to start twisting him up on the inside. Just that snarky laugh is enough to have him blushing like some goofy cartoon character. Eddie’s sort of like that, all animated and full of life.

Mostly in that Billy can’t believe he’s real.

That somehow he’s fallen in love all over again with some dork who brings him pretty leaves he found in the woods and who steals Billy’s pencils and returns them with ink all over them and who knows prose and lyrical shit from his musical endeavors but can’t pronounce Hargrove without a tiny bit of his uncle’s southern drawl slipping into his accent.

Everything about him is endearing, except maybe how he leaves crumbs in Billy’s car and doesn’t brush his hair more than once every three months, but that’s just part of his charm, as Eddie easily convinces him.

Especially since the first time he’s in Eddie’s bed, it isn’t for sex.

Before he could even get his hopes or his fears reared up, he’d been beaten back down, literally, and the only place he had to go was Eddie’s.

Eddie, who didn’t care that Neil Hargrove called him a fag and a bad influence as he hit his child just for knowing him. Eddie, who wrapped his lanky arms around Billy’s bruised up body and told him a story about a raccoon he saw from the window they’re both looking out of. Though Billy’s vision is blurred with tears, he’s just happy to be settled back to chest with his crush, held and cared for for the first time in hell, probably his eighteen years.

There’s no sex appeal to showing up snotty and bloody on Eddie’s stoop, just like there’s no ulterior motive to helping him.

It’s more like…

“Oh hey, the shaking stopped! That’s a sign, that’s a sign.” Eddie trying to break the silence is what it’s like. But Billy isn’t ready. His thoughts are racing too fast for his own good.

Nervousness clamps his stomach like a vice and makes him feel sick. So it’s back to Eddie to keep it from becoming too real, “Want me to give you some space?”

Somehow, that seems worse. Right now, Billy’s comfortable, safe. Take Eddie away, and he loses that glimpse at security. He hopes he doesn’t sound as distraught as he feels when he gives his brief answer to the air, “No.”

Audible panic or not, Eddie stays, well, Eddie. All nonchalant, like he’s done this a thousand and one times before. Billy hopes, despite himself, that that isn’t the case. Selfish maybe, but he’d really like this sort of care all to himself.

“Cool. I might fall asleep back here though. I can’t wiggle.”

Oh. Maybe he’d gotten his hopes up.

Billy acts to apologize, not only saying, “Sorry,” but also peeling away from Eddie's big spoon, about to slip out of the bed when those skinny arms flex and are able to use whatever they can muster to get Billy to stay. Call it desperation, judging from the speed and the airiness in Eddie’s voice once he pleads with him.

“No, it’s good. Wiggling is bad. It keeps me up all night and then I pass out in the middle of English class. Again. And when I conk off in English class I fail, and then I’ll stay up all night for the rest of my life thinking about being a loser. A never ending cycle.”

At least Billy isn’t the only one that feels like he isn’t enough. Not that it would’ve taken that to convince him, but he decides to breathe out his tension, and let Eddie bring their position back to the center of the mattress. The way he talks, so honestly and smoothly, it’s no wonder Billy’s chest feels like it could explode from how his heart pounds against his ribs.

To distract from the obvious, he decides to leave the moping and join in on the higher energy, to tease Eddie, pull his puffy pigtails a bit, “Now you’re gonna put me to sleep.”

“That’s a first. I'm usually annoying everyone clear into like, outer space levels of awake.” Eddie retorts, but there’s way too much emotion in it to just be a reciprocal joke.

Billy tries, in an overly casual way, to help, since Eddie is doing so much for him right now. The least he can do is let him vent back, and maybe offer a little comfort, “Nah. More like white noise to me.”

It lands. He can almost hear Eddies smile turn back on like the flick of a light switch, though he can’t see his face with the way Eddie is cuddling him like a child with his favorite teddy bear.

“That’s the nicest way anyone’s ever told me they’re ignoring me. And I mean that.” The actual words there are just light hearted and jokey, but his tone sells something a lot sweeter. Something that restarts Billy’s heart all over again, especially when the context catches up in Eddie’s next soft response, “You’re different, Billy.”

His instinct is to reject that comment, obviously said with warm intent, “Yeah. What other queer would show up and ask for fucking cuddles from a dude?”

But Eddie doesn’t flinch for even a second. Actually, he stuns Billy yet again with an even sappier comeback, “I dunno, I would probably. Especially from you. ‘Cause I like you so much.”

“You don’t gotta lie to me.” Billy’s voice quivers slightly. He can’t tell if he’s shaking in Eddie’s arms, but he feels like he should be.

Eddie Munson said he fucking likes him. While he’s in his bed. Honestly Billy should be used to that, but maybe it’s the outcome he knows is coming that makes him feel so anxious. He can’t stand to have to let go already.

That or it’s the never ending ease with which Eddie talks to him, like he’s this suave prince charming even though he’s seen the guy eat off of the cafeteria floor. That gentleness sends ripples of warmth down his spine from where Eddie’s breath puffs by his ear, “Who’s lying? Are you lying?”

Somehow that inspires Billy to be honest. As if that will change the outcome he has yet to avoid. He hopes, and he says, “Kind of. To myself.”

“So what’s the truth?” Eddie asks, even though, deep down, Billy was hoping he wouldn’t.

Because then he has to admit.. “That I like you back.”

A beat. Then Eddie squeezes him a tiny bit tighter, and says, like it’s the most casual thing, “Cool.”

Billy’s reaction of disbelief is visceral, a snorted, breathless laugh accompanied by a brief questioning, “That’s it? Just.. cool?”

Eddie’s arms move in what feels like a shrugging motion. Billy should have known he just said that and hadn’t meant it, should have the routine memorized enough by now to realize that he wouldn’t like him in that way.

Besides, Eddie has ICD. He doesn’t have control over his impulses the way most people do. It was stupid to assign meaning to the words that tumbled out of his friend's mouth just because he was being selfish. Or he was just hopeful that this time, the other person would care about him too.

Behind him, Eddie makes a sound like he’s thinking long and hard about it, before announcing, one hundred percent genuine, “Actually, no. I also meant to say- Yay!”

That’s all Billy can take. He just doesn’t get it. He wants to believe that Eddie isn’t just fucking with him, but his heart has been used too many times before. Seeking answers, and comfort, and a real love connection, Billy wiggles out of Eddie’s cuddles just to turn around and face him with questions in his eyes.

The happy little grin on Eddie’s face drops off when he sees that look in Billy’s.

Suddenly he’s so serious, and that almost hurts worse than any kind of rejection or loss, “Oh. Did I mess something up?”

Billy shakes his head to tell him that, no, Eddie hasn’t done a damn thing wrong. It’s his own stupid self that did this. But he does consider, for a moment, that the confession was authentic. He runs with it, can’t let go of that hope.

Still, he doesn’t understand why Eddie didn’t seem to want to take things a few bases ahead like everyone before him had, if he wasn’t lying about having feelings for Billy. “

You.. don’t want anything else?”

“Honestly, I’m just happy you didn’t climb out the window when I said I liked you.” As he speaks, Eddie smiles again, like he can’t keep the happiness away. He's always so lighthearted and genuine about everything.

Billy envies him. And loves him with so much of his heart, he can’t bring himself to speak for a moment.

Since he stays silent, letting his feelings play out through his expressions instead, Eddie offers a suggestion, emphasizing it with a gently placed hand to Billy’s cheek, “Let’s just take this at your pace. No expectations.”

“Kiss me?” Billy wills himself to ask, sacrificing his comfort in the silence to prepare for disappointment.

But Eddie provides something much more fulfilling, “Sounds easy enough.”

And he stays true to his word too.

Adjusting to once again close the tiny bit of space Billy had made between them when he turned to face this way, Eddie kisses him. It’s just a calm thing, the press of warm, slightly chapped lips together. The hand on Billy’s face cupping his jaw now instead, to make the gesture as strong and sturdy as the feelings behind it.

It doesn’t last long enough before Eddie dips away, so Billy decides to initiate another one. He misses the mark slightly in his overeagerness to reconnect, but Eddie either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, not even when that corner of his mouth ticks up into a smile beneath his kiss.

Billy decides then and there that he’s going to take more chances, if this was going to be the reward.

~~~~~

“Are you positive you want to stay?”

Billy has all but moved into the trailer at this point, spending long nights and weekends on Eddie's couch or in his bed, wherever he falls asleep. Right now, it was the couch, with the hand crocheted blanket from Eddie’s late aunt Roxie around his shoulders, and his hair all tousled about from sleeping on it. He passed out hard last night, coming here straight after another argument with Neil that hadn’t ended well.

Eddie eventually had to wake him up, only to inform him that a group of his friends would be over this weekend to play some campaign they’d agreed on weeks ago and Eddie had forgotten until the Henderson kid called him that morning to say that Maddie would be filling for Gareth, since he couldn’t make it and apparently decided to tell Henderson first.

All of that was over Billy’s head, half of the names Eddie is rambling off to him barely recognizable when all is said and done, maybe more from his memory getting fucky again than anything else. There’s lots of reasons for why his head gets foggy, but his doctor wasn’t sure if they could blame it on being knocked around too many times or a little something called constant chronic pain.

Either way he was being dragged to Hawkins before any such diagnosis was official.

And here he is now, comfortable as fuck on Eddie’s old worn-in couch, wearing his flannel because it’s he only thing his boyfriend owns that isn’t several sizes too small for his shoulders, and using his family heirloom blankets.

He’s here to stay.

“I’m not goin’ home, so.. why not?”

Eddie still looks skeptical, and voices as much in a doubtful tone, “Okay, but, this is your final warning. It can get really intense. Like, really really.”

Somehow Billy gets the feeling this wouldn’t be the first time someone told Eddie his interests were too much. Not that he doesn’t appreciate the way he’s looking out for him, but Billy doesn’t want to be the one to crush his boyfriend's spirit.

So he makes a light joke of it, “It’s a board game, Eds. And I’m sorry, but you thought Jaws 3-D was a masterpiece. I’m not sure your definition of intense and mine are the same”

Special interest mode, activated.

“It is! It perfectly parallels how humans think poetic justice is only valid if they personally can identify with the hero! That’s all it takes to be defined as a hero or a villain!! That kicks ass!” Eddie rants passionately for the hundredth time, though the pointed laugh before he starts speaking is Billy’s sign that it’s all in fun.

So he keeps it going, “Eddie. As your boyfriend I feel obligated to tell you this, but whatever commentary a movie about a revenge driven, computer generator shark has to offer, it probably wasn’t intentional.”

“It’s not meant to be realistic. Metaphors, baby!” Eddie defends, the actual depth of this conversation many times gone over already. This is just a summary of it for a little joke, though they could be here for hours if they wanted to.

Which means it’s Billy’s turn to infodump, all those years spent researching the ocean in the library and local California museums not gone to waste yet.

“But sharks don’t even raise their young! Real world or not! Revenge doesn’t matter to the creatures that don’t even stay a day after their shark babies are born to abandon them. I mean, they could at least wait ten years like my ma-”

Stop. Oops.

That wasn’t exactly what he was supposed to say. Or even what he meant to.

He’s always defended his mommas decisions to leave him behind. Something about Neil constantly reminding him how difficult he was as a kid probably did some numbers on his ability to process the whole thing. But sometimes, his heart reveals some sadder truths in this process of healing it.

Eddie's love wraps around his bones like an extra layer of support, seeping out all the bad. Sometimes he’s got to expel those thoughts whether or not he realizes it until they come pouring out of his mouth.

And then he feels sad.

Because he’s thinking about his momma.

Eddie moves quickly into caring mode, holding his arms out to invite Billy for a cuddle. The whole boundaries thing is still a pretty big deal, even though it’s been weeks, proving Eddie meant it when he said they didn’t have to rush this. Hell, Billy thinks Eddie might never stop asking for his consent for even just cheek kisses, in the silent language the two of them are slowly developing.

There’s trust there that Billy isn’t used to. Throwing himself blindly into love and hoping to be caught hadn’t worked, and neither had acting cold. Then Eddie had shown him other options, and there was no going back.

Billy leans into his hug, pushing just a little so Eddie lays back against the armrest with his arms still around Billy, pulling them together into the perfectly nested out, cozy spot where Billy slept last night.

Even though they slept only feet away from each other, he had missed Eddie. He missed waking up from a nightmare and kissing him, the warmth and the pressure of his limbs scattered all over the bed and over Billy, and even the sound of his not so gentle snoring. He’s become the routine, the only constant in Billy’s life that he’s desperate never to let go of.

Still, Eddie is the one to change the conversation, so the effort, and the intention of their love, must be equal, “Agree to disagree?”

“Sure.” Billy gives him that, too comfortable to argue about stupid things or bring up more trauma. He hadn’t meant to and now he feels a little drained. Nothing a little early morning spoon session can’t fix.

That’s why he has the confidence to push the boundary again, just enough comfort flowing through their connected energies now that he isn’t afraid of making Eddie upset, “Still coming to dnd tonight though.”

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“What bet did you lose?”

There’s six people, all wearing matching shirts, all accessorized in various articles of plaid and leather and whatever else they think makes them look like Eddie. Serious respect to the one who actually asked the question, he’s guessing Maddie from the previous conversation, who wears her shirt like a cutoff and actually has her own taste.

That proves Eddie right though. Billy had walked out of the bedroom for all of two seconds before he’s being glared at and asked stupid questions.

He just hadn’t realized the implications of Eddie’s friends being the overwhelming part, rather than the game. The confusing, twisting, hell of a game he’s too afraid to even attempt.

“Excuse me?”

Even being used to fighting and drama, Billy just isn’t really sure how to respond to that. He knows what Eddie’s friend means, but at the same time, he doesn’t. As far as he knew, everyone in town had heard about Billy Hargrove’s fall from grace after a few nights ago when Neil went on a bender looking for his runaway son and telling anyone who asked exactly what he thought of his kid. And for punching said kid in the face again, which is why Billy had come here to begin with.

But maybe the lowest of the Hawkins High hierarchy doesn’t fill up on the products of the rumor mill as quickly as he’s used to from his spot near the top.

One of the other nameless ones chimes in next, even more sarcastic and cold than the girl, “What ungodly punishment are you subjecting yourself to by being here?”

Billy just doesn’t understand what he did. His most notorious moments in school were still mostly aimed at whichever groupies tried to get too close to him. The best he can come up with is that these nerds were all jealous of him living with Eddie now, but, no offense to the love of his life, that doesn’t seem very likely.

Thankfully, Eddie takes the heat and changes the subject before Billy is forced to figure out what kind of response is needed from that level of passive-aggressiveness.

He steps right in the center of the room and claps his hands a few times, both to get everyone’s attention and to put accentuation on his demands, “Hey. Shoes off in my house, dorkuses. Or need I remind you of the last time?”

That sounds like there’s a story there just waiting to be told, and considering Billy would rather hear that than keep being questioned, he takes the obvious bait, “What happened last time?”

“Why, dear Jeffrey over there tracked in some dog shit surprise. Had to cut a square out of the carpet because it-“ Eddie starts to explain, but before he gets too graphic with it, Billy interrupts.

“I got it, Eds. Don’t need all the details.”

The obvious disgust on his face is probably what makes Eddie giggle like a self-satisfied little kid, before he says, “Suit yourself. Just be lucky you met me after. Took months to get the stink out.”

Dustin, the only one of the freshmen trio that still shows up to these things often enough to be considered an official member, is of course the one to interrupt the flow between Billy and Eddie, just because the smug little bastard would be, “Funny. I thought you still smelled like dog shit.”

Billy’s got to give it to the kid, if that wasn’t a snide comment about his boyfriend, he’d absolutely be laughing right now. And okay, maybe he can’t suppress just the tiniest chuckle, which of course gets noticed in an instant by Eddie.

Which is enough to make him spring into action against the insult, literal physical action because he puts Dustin in a headlock and ruffles the shit out of the kids hair after knocking his hat off.

Seeing that the tension has been successfully defused, Billy decides he’s no longer needed. That and, even though he’s grateful Eddie cooled the situation off, he’s not really looking to have to defend himself constantly.

Over the ruckus of the play-fighting teenagers and the crowd of their friends chanting for who they’re placing soda-pop bets on, Billy announces, “I’ll order a pizza and fuck off again.”

Instantly Eddie freezes, his hair half-way in his eyes and his shirt wrinkled like Billy hadn’t carefully hung it on the line this morning from all the commotion, “You know you don’t have to do that.”

Billy isn’t sure if he’s talking about the pizza or the leaving, but he’s down for both. He’ll make an appearance again when it’s time to eat. Slow integration with all this noise and personality will probably be the best for him anyways.

He challenges Eddie’s question so he doesn’t have to worry, “Who else is going to?”

Eddie doesn’t do phone calls. It’s one thing to be loud and energetic in person, but put a speaker up to him and it’s like he has no clue what to say. Maybe it’s his wired different brain, but something about not being able to stare people in the face makes it a hell of a lot harder to get his point across.

So yeah, Billy’s got him beat there. Whatever Eddie’s problem is though, times it by twenty for the amount of anxiety sitting around this place at this very moment. This is the best decision and Billy would’ve stood by it even if Eddie said anything else. But he doesn’t.

So Billy puts his hand in the shape of a phone and shakes it, wanting to go kiss Eddie before he leaves the room but restraining the urge in front of all these people that probably wouldn’t get it, “Just call for me when Aggy gets here with the pizzas.”

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Later when everything’s said and done, they’re back to where they started.

Eddie is flat on his back, lanky limbs spread out like a starfish, while Billy curls up into his side, more like a koala. There’s a quilt over their tangle of bodies, but the slightly awkward yet somehow very comfortable position means they’re barely covered by it, though that’s fine anyways because Billy runs hot.

In his own little self-sustained furnace at his boyfriend's side, Billy’s also about to fall asleep, even just listening to Eddie’s extroverted self socialize all day having made him tired. His eyes snap open when Eddie asks him a question.

“Was today okay?”

The startle the abrupt cut in the silence gave him also earns him an apology kiss on the forehead from Eddie.

He’s okay though, because it reminds him that he wanted to put his head on Eddie’s chest, readjusting to get closer and comfier. His response is a sleepy after thought, a soft little hum of agreement, “Mhm.”

Eddie takes the opportunity to put his fingers in Billy’s hair and gently play with it, as he talks up at the ceiling, “I'm glad. Because I didn’t want to have to cut all of those dudes out of my life.”

“Like you’d choose me over all of them.” Billy murmurs, though he’s actually flattered that Eddie has even chosen him at all, no matter the order of importance.

And it only gets better when Eddie says..“I would. A thousand times over, I would. I love you, man.”

Because he says it so easily, like it isn’t a big deal.

Like it’s just a normal thing. Which it is. Billy can’t lie and say he doesn’t feel the same, but they haven’t said it out loud yet. He didn’t think they ever would, a fact he’d been okay with since the first time he realized he liked dudes and girls.

“Love.. me..?”

Eddie flushes red in an instant, all the way down under the collar of his shirt to where Billy’s head is resting, and he quickly tries to correct it like the questioning means he did something wrong, “Sorry. I promised to pace myself. I’ll take it back and lock it back up in my heart until you’re ready.”

Now Billy is just glad he already loves Eddie back, because that sickly sweet proclamation would have done him in otherwise. To ease the worry in his lover's pounding heart, he makes sure to let him know.

“No. S’okay. I love you too.”

So maybe Billy isn’t as bad at being in love as he thought.

He was once someone who thought all he mattered for was sex, a few moments of distraction for somebody who would forget him anyways. Over time, he’s been proven wrong

Billy Hargrove can be loved. It just took the right person- his match in love, the other half to his soul he found in Eddie- to show him that.

[crissiebaby]

The Padded Palace Act IV: Chapter 6

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, crossdressing, inappropriate language, humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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Gazing into the warm glow of his phone screen, Connor could feel a strange stirring in his lower tummy with each tantalizing art piece Riri scrolled past. From mechanical arms and hypnotic screens to every kind of sissy dress imaginable, it seemed like there was no limit to what artists were capable of injecting their diaper kink into. To think that so many talented individuals were dedicating time and effort to the creation of something that would be primarily used for spank-bank material was unfathomable to someone who spent years of his life convincing himself to be a physics major for financial means. “So like…people get paid to do this or…” he trailed off, his hungry eyes lured into a trance-like state by a barrage of horny images.

“Some do, some don’t. Kink communities are packed with artists, from amateur to professional,” said Riri, who struggled to keep her thumbs from scrolling through her favorites list too fast. There was just so much she wanted Connor to see, and based on the feverish look in his eyes, it was clear how mutual that desire was. Tapping the icon in the top right corner, she opened the log-in pop-up menu, “You should make an account. Then, you can start favoriting stuff too.”

Almost instantly, Connor’s body tensed up. “Oh, uh, that’s okay. I can just look off yours,” he said, glancing away and rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t have been easier to read if he tried.

“What? Worried your parents are gonna check your search history or something?” scoffed Riri, jabbing her pointer finger into Connor’s side for emphasis, “It’s an anonymous account, ya dork. Worst thing that happens is you never use it.”

Failing to withstand Riri’s prodding assault, Connor quickly buried his body beneath the poofy comforter. He peeked around the thick blanket, glaring playfully at his obnoxious cribmate. “Fine but no more pokes,” he said, overcome with the fuzzy sensations of Little Space radiating throughout his chest.

A smirk grew on Riri’s face as she cheerfully handed Connor’s phone back to him. “I knew you’d see things my way,” she said, showcasing that she could be quite the bratty Little when Stacy wasn’t around.

Tapping through the DeviantArt sign-up process, Connor decided to utilize an old, cringy email address he had as a teenager. The idea of having random kink messages appear alongside professional emails did not sound appealing. He then entered one of his usual passwords and was taken to a second window asking him to select a username and date of birth. While the latter was no issue, it slowly became apparent how daunting the former was to someone taking their first steps into an online fetish community. Obviously, using any of his gamer tags was out of the question, and to ask Riri for help with something so simple would incinerate his already broken pride. Thinking on his feet, he typed in New2Diapers, which was the first username that popped into his head. Sure, it was simple but he wasn’t about to get caught up in an endless cycle of second-guessing himself. From there, he confirmed his email and was good to go. “Done. Happy?” he said, sticking his tongue out at Riri afterward.

“Very,” responded Riri, scooching forward and sticking her neck out overtop Connor’s phone. Her expression soured as he shifted to shield his phone from her, “C’mon, lemme see.” She rudely reached out to take Connor’s phone, only for him to pull away again.

Holding his phone high out of Riri’s reach, Connor may have been padded but he still towered over the short-framed girl by nearly a full foot. “Sowwy, you must be this tall to access my account,” he said, snickering as Riri tried to scale his arm. Her efforts eventually forced him to stand up fully to keep her at bay, prompting Riri to counter his movements. Their silent squabble eventually came to a head thanks largely to the blanket Connor had previously used as a barrier. Tripping over the crumpled comforter, he toppled down onto the mattress butt first.

*SQUELCH!*

The mushy, pulpy interior of Connor’s diaper oozed around between his thighs and swirled against his sore, yet spry member, reminding him of the diaper change that he was still in desperate need of. The gushy noises that the muck balloon strapped to his waist produced were loud enough that Riri recoiled at the sound. She looked down at his swollen, splotchy-brown padding, secretly wishing her own diaper was equally as stuffed. Shaking her head to snap herself out of the horny stupor she was being lured into, she suppressed her inner ABDL cravings and instead moved to provide aid to her souled comrade, “Don’t know about you but I think it’s about time we got you out of that diaper.”

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Placing a towel and a fresh pamper on the back of the toilet, Riri handed Connor a trash bag before clasping her hands together. “I’m sure I don’t really need to tell you how to do this part,” she said cheekily, relishing in how easy it was to turn Connor’s cheeks red, “Last chance to let me change you. Trust me, I’ve dealt with bigger stink butts than yours.”

“I think I can manage but I appreciate the offer,” Connor said, rolling his eyes in a very animated fashion. He considered asking for one of his old pull-ups instead of the nighttime diaper Riri had saddled him with but given the current state of his noxious nappy, his request was likely to meet a swift rejection. In all seriousness, he was grateful to have Riri at his side, especially considering how insane the rest of the Padded Palace girlies were, “Thanks, Riri, for everything.”

Holding out two thumbs-up with her arms fully extended, a sense of pride washed over Riri. In a way, Connor felt like the younger sibling she never had. Regardless of whether his half-awake “Con-Con-nie” remark meant anything or not, she was thrilled to help him on his journey of self-discovery. “I’ll grab some clean clothes while you rinse off,” she said, moving toward the exit but stopping short of closing the door as a lightbulb went off in her head, “Any particular wardrobe you’d like me to pull from?”

Connor froze midway through fluffing out the trash bag as the crimson on his face deepened. Anyone else would’ve thrown another dress or nightie at him without hesitation. Only Riri was kind enough to ask, though that kindness was marred with the humiliation of admitting his wants. Coming up with an excuse on the fly, he fixed his dishonest gaze upon the intersecting lines of the bathroom tiles and responded softly, “L-Latasha says I’m not allowed to sleep in boy clothes…so…yeah.”

Once more, Riri was thrown into a fierce battle with her facial muscles over how wide she allowed her smile to get. “Then I’d better go find you something extra cute,” she said, skipping off toward the nursery and leaving Connor alone in the bathroom.

*CLICK*

Twisting the lock on the bathroom doorknob, Connor expelled the air from his lungs as he leaned over the sink. It was his first time truly alone since midday yesterday and as such, the relief of having some brief isolation was almost as euphoric as anything the girls had done to him in the last 24 hours. “How the hell does Skye do it?” he mused for the billionth time, pondering the various downsides that a perma-Little life would come with.

Goosebumps formed along Connor’s arms and stomach as he grabbed at the skirt of his slightly sweaty sleeper and raised it over his belly. It was time to retire the nightie for the evening, much to his chagrin. Or at least, that’s what he thought. Regrettably, as he went to lift the dress over his head, he felt several strands of hair tug upward as if someone were trying to pluck them from his scalp individually. He panicked for a few moments as the nightie fell back around his body. “Oh, for f…sake,” he said, stopping short of dropping a f-bomb as he spotted four bobby pins knotted up in his hair that had been dislodged by the flowy garment. One by one, he pulled the bobby pins out of his head, wincing as several of the hairs were completely pulled out in the process.

With the bobby pins cleared, Connor was finally able to strip. A subtle melancholy overcame him as he balled up the nightgown in his hands and dropped it to the floor next to the sink. Sure, Riri was already in the process of collecting another nightie for him but this was perhaps his only chance to wear Skye’s favorite. All of a sudden, the isolation that had once filled him with relief became riddled with emptiness and anxiety.

Those unfortunate feelings only grew stronger as Connor hooked his thumbs around his diaper’s waistband. It hadn’t occurred to him beforehand but he was about to undergo another massive first. With Latasha’s permission, he had changed himself out of pull-ups numerous times for countless reasons but never had he done so with a full-on diaper, especially one this heavily used. Stricken by the fear of his muddy diaper dropping to the floor only to splatter everywhere, he considered lying down to take his diaper off but quickly tossed that idea aside as he thought about his butt sinking into his own mess again. The last thing he needed right now was to inflate his squishy diaper-fueled arousal any further. Wrapping his forearm around the bloated behemoth hanging between his knees for support and widening his stance, he prepared to remove the first tape. Blood pooled in his head as he stood hunched over his diaper, growing woozier by the second.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

However, before Connor could proceed with his undiapering, a soft banging at the door startled him. “Pssst! Hey Connor,” said Riri, keeping her voice low as she spoke through the door. The padded caregiver remained motionless as he listened.

Holding a folded, powder blue nightie made of taffeta and lace in her hands, Riri bobbed up and down on her tiptoes as she spoke, “I’ve got your outfit picked when you’re ready. I can just leave it on the floor or-”

*CLICK!*

Riri fell instantly silent as the sound of the bathroom lock unlatching echoed through the darkened hallway. Taking a meek step backward, she watched as the door slowly opened to reveal a topless Connor in nothing but a loaded, lumpy nappy.

“I’m…uh…I’m not sure…,” said Connor, his voice barely registering in Riri’s ears, though the shame written across his face spoke volumes,  “...I don’t think I can change myself…”

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[airplanned]

Proposition Part 5

These dorks.

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Link stepped into the queen's office the next day and came up short as if he'd walked into a wall.

There was not a sofa in her office yesterday.  But there was one today.  Dark green fabric with a deep seat and an arm rest on only one side.  

"What is that?"

She looked up from her work, blinking as if she had been deep in thought and wasn't ready to be interrupted.  "A sofa."

His face turned stormy as his shoulders tightened.  "Why do you have a sofa in your office?"

"As you pointed out yesterday, my office was sparse.  I think it fits well there."

It didn't fit well at all.  It was pressed up against a wall with built in bookshelves, so the back of the sofa blocked quite a few shelves.  The small coffee table in front of it seemed like a bit of an afterthought.

Looking as grim as he possibly could, he marched forward, pressed his hands to her desk, and leaned close.  "Who is he?"

"Who?"

"The guy you're planning to have sex with on that sofa.  I need his name."

She was completely unimpressed with his looming. "Why?"

"Because I'm captain of your guard."

"And you want to scare him off."

"I want to impress upon him that if he harms you or breathes a word of it to anyone, I will rip out his lungs."

"My understanding is that if I were to have an affair, the royal guard would keep that secret for me without judgment."

"Are you having an affair?"

"What if I was?"

"Then you would tell me his name.  The guard would keep your secret, and we would arrange discreet passage for him in and out of the castle."

"And also you would intimidate him."

"Yes."

"I'm not having an affair."

"I am well aware of that.  So why do you have a sex sofa in your office?"

Frustration cracked through her placid face.  "You made it sound as if the lack of appropriate furniture was a point against my plan.  If I'm going to find someone willing to work with me, I will have to make the prospect more appealing."

"And you thought the part of this plan that made it unappealing was the lack of sofa."  Link felt as if his head were about to explode.

Her eyes turned fiery.  In clipped tones, she said, "There are few places where I can make improvements.  I am making adjustments where I can."

"Sex sofa."

"It is a Perfectly.  Normal.  Sofa.  Stop fixating on it."

"Okay.  Let's fixate on how you haven't given up on this plan after all."

"I have not.  I consider this a desperate situation with no good solution.  I am doing it, and that's not up for debate.  Since you insist on taking my safety so seriously, you can find a way to help me do this quietly, or you can get out, since you've made it clear that you do not wish to be involved, but I will no longer tolerate your unhelpful comments."

His jaw hurt from how tight he was clenching it.  His eyes hurt from holding her glare.

It took nearly everything in him to say, "Vesstan.  From the library.  He'd be a good choice.  I've worked with him on some security projects, and I trust he would be discrete."  Because he didn't have many friends. But also the queen had praised his work on a few occasions, and she valued intelligence, so maybe they'd make an okay match.  Link couldn't really judge the guy's shoulder situation.

The queen blinked at him, startled out of he glare.  Then she lowered her eyes to her desk.

"He called me an ice queen."

He...what?  That was--that was bafflingly untrue.  And also how dare he?  How dare he?

Link could feel irritation warming across his skin.  She'd said there weren't many places she could make her plan more appealing.  She couldn't have been talking about herself.  How absurd!  How could she think that?

The queen glanced up at him and then rolled her eyes.  "Good heavens, Link.  Sit down."

He realized that he was kind of looming again.  A bit chided, he took a seat and waited for the queen to gather herself.

"What a mess." She sighed. "I'm starting to worry that you're right and I'm not going to find anyone suitable."  She ran a hand through her hair, somehow not messing it up at all and sighed.  "What am I going to do?"

It tugged at something uncomfortable in his chest.  It made his hands itch.

Slowly, he said, "Tomorrow's Tuesday."

"Yes."

He nodded.  "We have a long security meeting scheduled in the morning."

For a moment, she sat frozen.  "Link, you don't need to--" But she cut herself off when he smiled at her--a small, sad, fond thing.  

Goddesses, he was an idiot.

He reached out across the desk, and she slipped her hand into his.  She was warm.  Soft.  He nodded, then placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Maybe he imagined the way her fingers twitched.  Maybe he imagined the way her gaze heated when he looked up at her.  His heart was beating too hard to be sure.

But then he said, "Sex sofa."

And she pulled back her hand and dismissed him, going back to her work.

[dirty-bear-rick-sanchez]

A couple of jokes/moments I appreciate from the new episode I haven’t seen mentioned by anyone else yet:

Rick’s Cookie Monster joke (it honestly felt like he was trying so hard to appeal to Jerry because it felt really off from his usual humour which I thought was really cute)

The visual gag of Rick using photoshop tools to disguise himself and Jerry with the wall

The joke about Smith being an extremely common name (“but only one of them is Mrs… goddammit, Smith?”)

I don’t know why but the idea of the old man being Catholic and wanting to fuck the alien (only after marrying it) is funny to me

The way Rick says “How dare YOU?” when the MLM woman asks what his name is

Rick’s head retreating into his clothes like a turtle (honestly I’m loving the new cartoon logic type visual gags we’re getting lately)

The two guys who just start kissing when Rick is shooting the blank fortunes. Good for them

Not a joke but I really love whenever Rick calls Jerry ‘Jer’

The fact that the best wording Rick could think of for the fortune cookie was ‘Jerry no sex mom’

The way Rick says “goddamn it” every time he saves Jerry. I love the ‘I hate that I have morals now’ character trope

Rick being so excited to do the Sailor Moon sequence again, he’s such a dork

This isn’t directly related to the episode but the whole ‘friend’ sequence makes me laugh because all I can think of is the ‘friend! Car friend! Fucking football friend!’ thing from that one episode of the Inbetweeners

This one I’m not sure on because I kind of feel bad for Jerry but the fact that there were no tears and he stopped crying as soon as Rick apologised makes me feel like he was deliberately doing that to make Rick feel which is kind of funny if true. Like he’s seen Rick’s latest character development and the way he reacts when he disappoints the family and how attached to them he is and decides to emotionally manipulate him? I don’t think Jerry has siblings but if he did he would definitely be the one who cries in front of his parents to get the other(s) in trouble and then immediately stops crying

Honourable mention to the post-credits scene because the wacky improvisional tone felt very S1/S2/Interdimensional Cable which was nice

[biggaybunny]

Actually I’m inspired now to summarize all the incredible weirdos that make up Hololive EN:

Genertion 1: “Holomyth”

Calliope Mori: A big booby shinigami/reaper designed for sex appeal, probably to fit with her deeper, “sexier” voice. Is actually a huge dork who lives off of delivery and convenience store snacks and loves shrek and adam sandler movies. Great singer, though her lyrics are... not as good. Had a brief addiction to “Bang” energy drinks. So stubborn she has regularly been begged by her chat to stop playing and take a break as they enter the sixth, eighth, eleventh hour of the same boss / level / challenge. Compulsively overshares. Crass and loud and unapologetic about it.

Takanashi Kiara: Was designed as an “adventurer” phoenix woman; decided she would rather be the CEO of an imaginary fast food chain where employees may or may not double as the food. Ditched her sword and shield but regularly uses fanmade models of spiked bats, pink shotguns, chain whips, and more. Speaks at least three languages fluently (working on a fourth) and regularly acts as a live translator on her “talk show”. Incredibly gay, does not hide it. Joked about being “australian” (she’s austrian) until actual australians were hired, causing confusion.

Ninomae Ina’nis (Ina): “Priestess of the Ancient Ones” who just tends to vibe and play minecraft. Has tentacles but literally the only person in Hololive so un-horny that she’s never weird about it. Fantastic artist. Has often slept on the floor of her room simply to avoid the effort of getting to / cleaning up her bed. Has been caught on stream making a cacophony from all the empty energy drink cans on her desk. Even her “loud” voice is quieter than every other girls’ normal speaking voice. Beat half-life 2. Designed most of the official mascots for the girls.

Gawr Gura: An enigma embodied in a four-foot shark girl. Once lost a loaf of bread in her room. A loaf. Binges youtube videos on topics like carpet deep-cleaning, hoof trimming, and embalming. Cannot finish anything she starts. Cannot do math. Bullies Calliope Mori. Uniquely has a red palette-swapped version of her model she breaks out to act edgy with. Loves the smell of manure. Is just, incredibly funny. Had cat ears added to her model, despite being a shark. Is the most subscribed to vtuber in Hololive by a factor of *2*, and probably the most subscribed to vtuber on all of youtube.

Amelia Watson: In a generation of “mythological” vtubers, her gimmick was “british detective”. Tried to do her debut in a fake british accent. Invented her entire lore off the cuff and became a time traveler instead. The most tech-savvy of hololive; has fixed issues that company support was unable to help with. Regularly does all the setup for collaborative projects. Fucking loves moss. Owns a saltwater tank. Was accused of growing weed by her neighbor (it was the saltwater tank). Has persistent hiccups. Great at shooters, also great at being salty about shooters. Has a mostly antagonistic relationship with herself from other timelines, mostly “smol ame”.

This is getting long, I’ll add the second generation in a separate post.

Edit: 2nd part here

[criticalsucc]

the more i think about it the more i realize that dominance and submission just kind of have a low level of appeal to me. i mean if i’m with someone and they tell me “hey i want you to grab my throat and push me around a little and call me a slut” like i can do that. i’ll even have fun with it. but i don’t know shit all about how to actually dominate. i’m not even sure that i want to. at the same time, i totally like the idea of being with someone who will take charge during sex and kind of have their way with me, but I really can’t be truly submissive without feeling like a bit of a dork and like my needs aren’t being met because it’s really not me.

tbh what i really really want is to be with someone whose sexual energy matches mine. i want hot, sweaty, nasty, intense, raw fucking. i love the animal sexuality of it. licking, kissing, sucking, grinding, penetrating, swapping fluids. i just love fucking. i need someone who just loves fucking as much as i do. i need someone who is as intense, as passionate, as horny as i am. i’m just tired of feeling like i either am performing for someone in a way that i don’t actually like, or asking someone to do a favor for me when it doesn’t really interest them.

[thetreetopinn]

No hate, no shade, I just want to say I don't understand the sex appeal of the dad dog but I fully respect your double down on him being hot. (Genuine) (I respect ppl that stay true to themselves even if its something I don't get) (also since he has kids he did canonically fuck at least twice you're right) (god speed u funky lil furry)

He's just a really good dude, funny as hell, loves dad jokes, is absolutely crazy about his wife and kids, knows what to prioritize, and is imperfect. He's incredibly relatable and isn't afraid to just be a complete turbo dork about it.

That confidence and self-comfort is fucking sexy.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Chris Geidner at Law Dork:

A little past 5:00 p.m. Friday — more than two weeks after the Biden administration’s new rule addressing sex discrimination under Title IX of the Education Amendments of 1972 went into effect — the U.S. Supreme Court finally ruled on a Justice Department request to limit injunctions against enforcement of the rule during litigation. On a 5-4 vote, the Supreme Court rejected DOJ’s request — keeping the rule completely blocked in 26 states and hundreds of schools in other states while litigation proceeds, despite the fact the almost all of the challenges only addressed three provisions of the lengthy rule that were aimed at providing protections for transgender students. Justice Sonia Sotomayor wrote the dissent, in which she was joined by the two other Democratic appointees, Justices Elena Kagan and Kentanji Brown Jackson, and Justice Neil Gorsuch, a Republican appointee who wrote the Supreme Court’s 2020 decision in Bostock v. Clayton County that was relied on by the Education Department in crafting its Title IX rule. (In Bostock, the court held that the sex discrimination ban in Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 includes a ban on sexual orientation discrimination and gender identity discrimination.)

As Sotomayor wrote for the dissenters, “Today … a majority of this Court leaves in place preliminary injunctions that bar the Government from enforcing the entire rule—including provisions that bear no apparent relationship to respondents’ alleged injuries. Those injunctions are overbroad.” That concern about overbroad injunctions led the court earlier this year to partially stay an injunction blocking Idaho’s ban on gender-affirming medical care for minors — allowing the state to enforce the ban against most people during the appeal. Neither Chief Justice John Roberts, who joined Gorsuch’s 2020 majority in Bostock, nor Justices Amy Coney Barrett or Brett Kavanaugh, who in other instances have criticized overly broad injunctions, were willing to provide the four dissenters with a fifth vote to allow some of the Title IX rule to go into effect while litigation continues.

Instead, they joined with the court’s two most extreme-right members, Justices Clarence Thomas and Sam Alito, to allow the full rule to be blocked during litigation. In an unsigned, per curiam opinion, the court stated for the five that lower courts “concluded, at least at this preliminary stage, that the allegedly unlawful provisions are not readily severable from the remaining provisions.” Noting that “the burden is on the Government as applicant to show, among other things, a likelihood of success on its severability argument,” the unsigned opinion for the five concluded — with vague, inscrutable language1 — that the government did not meet that burden and, as such, did not get the partial stay it sought. The cases will now continue in the lower courts, with patchwork enforcement across the country.

SCOTUS voted 5-4 to block the Biden Administration’s Title IX changes while litigation continues.

See Also:

AP, via HuffPost: Supreme Court Keeps New Rules About Sex Discrimination In Education On Hold In Half The Country

[ohwhoopsok]

Fic self-rec meme!

Wooo @alwaysthrowsscissors knows I like to talk about myself and tagged me, here we go!!

Rules: recommend 3 of YOUR fics: 1 that is “most popular” and 2 that are “hidden gems.” Then tag some folks.

Just because of Who We Are, I’m going to sort specifically to my Supernatural fics.

Most popular: Coin Slot, E, 3k, Wincest, SQUICK WARNING 🚽

Summary:

“How much to use it?”

Dean hears Sam shrug like he hadn’t even thought about it. “Quarter?”

(Dean is a very nice toilet and Sam is willing to share for a while.)

Thoughts:

I like my most kudos’ fic, but it’s not actually one that I’m overly attached to, I don’t reread it that much. But this one has been holding it down for most hits almost since I posted it which like... It makes me laugh how paranoid and apologetic I used to be about posting kinky shit (pun intended) and then here we have a whole ass human toilet that other people clearly revisit as well lmao

Hidden Gem #1: Marching Home, M, 3k, Kevin-centric

Summary:

Apparently, the Winchesters haven’t left the county since Kevin grabbed an unexpectedly active magical item and got zapped right out of the museum. They’ve been looking for a way to get him back, Sam damn near distraught the entire time, though they insist Kevin was only gone for two days at most.

It was not just two days.

(Kevin grabbed a magical artifact that threw him back in time. His homecoming is rough.)

Thoughts:

I actually love this fic so much considering I just did it as a part of a bingo board. I don’t know, I think I was just having UA feels, but I love Kevin a lot and you know, writers’ favorite characters, dogs’ favorite chew toys, yadda yadda. I don’t know, I just really liked how it came out, it’s a different kind of raw than I usually do and I feel like I did a good job!

Hidden Gem #2: Wunjo, E, 4k, Wincest

Summary:

There’s the barest hint of sun-bleached blonde streaking through Sam’s hair from being outside all summer, flyaways starting to escape from the little tail he’s got it pulled back into. The dork is in full costume—a well-made tunic and breeches, a leather pouch hanging off his belt, and the handmade boots that Dean sent him two hundred bucks to get last Christmas, but that’s part of the appeal.

Sam looks good. It seems like he’s gotten even bigger since Dean last saw him, well-fed and filling out his clothes better than he did as a teen. And he’s happy. Dean can tell that even only judging from half his face, off center and turned down to consider his fortune.

The seer had been pointing at one of the tiles on the table, but she looks up to meet Dean’s eyes, smiling as she lets her finger drift up to follow her gaze.

(Dean and Sam get reaquainted at a summer ren fest.)

Thoughts:

I’ve been in a fairground mood all year and this one feeds into like. Idk a lot of the vibes that feel really familiar to me crossed over with the things I find hot? Like achy nostalgia, and distance, and summer heat, and shared spaces with familiar strangers, and stolen moments away from crowds, and yeah, I also just really like semi-public sex lol. All to say - I just like this one!

If you read through this, A. Thanks! B. I’m tagging you!!

Also @silver9mm @digitalmeowmix @mannequin3thereckoning? If you’d like!

[hyoyawns]

My top 3 biases are:

Jihyo

Yves

Eunseo

send me your top 3 biases and I’ll evaluate your type

your type, imo, is deadly and sexy on stage but chaotic and often squishy off stage. I know for a fact they're all dorks to the max. you like charisma that has more than just sex appeal behind it (not that sex appeal is a bad thing at all!!) you just like a performer to be more multifaceted. they also hold really high standards for themselves!!