#gay exhibition

[esoterictboy]

I just think it’s super hot when people are bent over naked like, face down ass up showing everything. Like they’re just so fucking horny they don’t even wanna know what comes next it’s the perfect position like I could spit in your hole one minute and be breeding you the next and you’re just so desperate for it you don’t even care you’re practically shoving your hole in my face you just drool all over yourself and cum ? It’s fucking slutty.

@/tooesoteric2tboy - now

[nighttimeebony]

I was rewatching the first season of Bungou Stray Dogs with a friend when I noticed something about Dazai from episode 1.

We all know that Dazai isn't really a fighter, but when he's getting chased by Atsushi in his tiger form...

Dazai doesn't take his hands out of his pockets until he has to use his ability to subdue Atsushi.

Now, where have we seen that before?

And then I noticed something familiar about the way that Chuuya wears his coat

What was that thing about couples adopting each other's mannerisms again?

[angeldreamsoffanfic]

“So how did you know?”

“Know what?”

“Y’know, how did you know.”

“Dingus, I’m gonna need you to spell it out for me here, the Russians did a number on how many of my braincells are actually working.”

“How did you know that you liked girls?”

Robin Buckley immediately pushed herself up so she was resting on her elbows, head tilted to catch Steve Harrington’s eyes in the low light of their hospital room.

They weren’t originally even going to go to the hospital, if Robin was being honest. They had just wanted to slip away back to their respective homes, but then Melissa and Richard Buckley caught wind that Robin was hurt. Then the both of them realized that Steve’s parents (if Robin has to use that term to describe them) had less than zero intention of sending anyone to pick up Steve.

Then EMS made the light suggestion of both of them probably needing to go to Hawkins General Hospital… and well, while Melissa and Richard did tend to lead toward more natural remedies… one couldn’t fix a concussion or a drugging with an unknown substance with essential oils and hope.

“Robbie? Did you OD over there?” Steve had himself up on his elbows, easily mimicking Robin. That’s the thing that makes the inside of Robin ache, that he’s so like her. She knows that she’s an only child, knows that, but sometimes Steve’ll just… do something and it makes her question it. Makes her wonder how she spent so long without him, without another brain and two legs and arms and so much hair. “Robbie?”

“No, I am still alive.” Robin slowly spoke, before she let out a soft sigh. “Why do you ask?”

“Like-” Steve huffed as he shook his head from side to side, before he used the one hand that was free from the pulse monitor and saline drip to card through his hair. It’s sleep ruffled, and if he uses product (Robin is sure he does), it’s for sure gone. Steve looks up though, and his eyes are so earnest that it causes something to hurt inside of Robin. “never mind just ignore- fuck - just ignore me.”

“I couldn’t ignore you if I tried, you idiot.” Robin let out a huff, and she winced as the PICC line in her arm shifted as tilted to be able to fully face Steve on her side. “But I just, dingus, this is out of left field for even you.”

“How so?”

“Did you even know that, that people like me even existed until a couple of hours ago?” Robin kept her voice soft, especially as Steve huffed out an indignant sounding sigh. Robin sighs though, and then she cards her own hand through her hair, and forges onward. “I think I’ve just… always known.”

“Always?”

“Yeah like-” Robin shrugged, a careful movement of her shoulders. “When I was like, eight? My uh, parents sent me to this camp thing- like summer camp kind of like what Dustin went to? But with, y’know, with the swimming and archery and dude I was fucking awful at it.” Steve let out a soft and watery laugh at Robin’s rambling, and that gave Robin enough power to continue. “But we uh, had these like songs we had to learn? And there was this uh, girl counselor there that had to teach me because you know, that was her job.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and uh. She couldn’t have been older than I am now but man…” Robin let out a slow whistle, and allowed herself to fully melt into the hospital cot she’s laid up on. “All I could think was that I just wanted to be with her. Like not even kissing because I thought kissing was gross then, still do now kinda but anyway- I wanted to like, hold her hand and shit. Do the cheesy stuff I’d seen in the movies, y’know?”

Steve huffed out his own laugh, and he tilted his head to lean against his pillows instead of facing Robin. Robin watched though, quiet for once, as Steve swallowed once and then twice- before he cleared his throat.

“I knew it existed before you.”

“What?”

“It.”

“Dingus-”

“Girls liking girls.” Steve’s voice is barely above a whisper, even as Robin can hear him gulp in a lungful of air. “And boys liking boys.”

“You did?” Robin kept her voice quiet, gentle, as coaxing as she could- especially when she could see Steve’s throat bob. “Dingus?”

“I…” Steve doesn’t continue, and that’s enough.

Enough to Robin that she pushed herself up, and ignored the pain that ricocheted down her spine like needles. Ignored Steve’s hurried ‘what are-’, as she stumbled out of her hospital bed and right to Steve’s. She made sure to drag her IV pole and the monitor with her, situating it as best as she could next to Steve’s. Robin huffed quietly as the pain trickled down her spine, and she couldn’t help but smile as Steve curled his hand carefully around her wrist and tugged.

Robin got comfortable, let Steve fret over her as best as he could, his fingers only ever-so slightly trembling as he made sure that the line in her arm wasn’t kinked up. They were pressed close, side to side and hip to hip, and Robin tilted her head down until it was rested on Steve’s shoulder.

“Wanna keep going, Stevie?”

“No.”

“But?”

“I…” Steve huffed again, a small indignant noise that Robin mimicked.

They sat like that then, just the two of them for a moment, before Steve continued slowly.

“I’ve never, told anyone this- like I’ve told Tommy H. so much shit about me - but this is… Robin this is different.” Steve speaks in a hurried and stilted way, like he’s stringing together bits and pieces of sentences, and it shouldn’t work.

But it does because he’s Steve and she’s Robin.

And truthfully, Robin likes that. That they’re Steve and Robin. SteveandRobin. RobinandSteve. Likes that the two of them are so in tune that even her own mother didn’t want to separate them.

That had to mean something in the end, didn’t it?

“Tell me, whatever… whenever.” Robin murmured as she turned her head so she could press a soft kiss to Steve’s shoulder. The hospital gown is thin enough she can feel the heat of his skin from up under it, and that’s grounding. Grounding even as Steve drew in a shaky breath, audibly swallowing again. “Whenever you’re ready, I’m here.”

“I didn’t uh, notice Tammy in Ms. Click’s class or uh, you for a reason.” Steve slowly spoke, eyes wet, and Robin can hear his sniffle as he tried to reign his emotions back. “Ms. Click made him sit uh, right by her desk at the front of the room.”

And oh.

Oh.

If that doesn’t immediately settle something that just usually writhes around in Robin’s chest.

“Him?” Robin is gentle, gentler than she thinks she’s ever been.

“Uh, yeah… Eddie Munson?” Steve huffed out an almost dry laugh, the only thing that he does that ever remotely reminds her of his time as his high school “King Steve” persona. “He uh, got this bat tattoo right before that year’s Thanksgiving break and all I could do was just… gawk at him.”

“And then what?” Robin knew she was pushing, searching for information, but she can’t help it. Not when Steve is right next to her, hip to hip and thigh to thigh. Not when he’s like her. In all the ways that matter.

“I went home and screamed into my pillow.”

Robin immediately smacked Steve’s thigh with the knuckles of her left hand- grinning in triumph when Steve let out a squawk of laughter.

“Eddie Munson?”

“What about him?”

“He’s… he’s a total dud!”

“No he’s not!”

“He stepped in my mashed potatoes once! That is totally total dud material!”

“No way!”

“He wants to be like, like a metal singer!”

“He has a band! Dreams!”

“Do you even know if he can hold a tune?”

“Well, no-”

“Total. Dud.”

Robin grinned wide as Steve launched into a very quick defense about Eddie, and she decides then and there that Steve and her? They’ll be just fine.

Especially if she can get Eddie to come into Steve and her’s orbit just a bit, to see if the crush is still there.

Because while Robin may not have all of the gay knowledge in the world, there is one thing for a complete certainty that she knows.

The black hanky that Eddie kept in his pocket?

Well…

Robin chuffed to herself, before she tilted so she could lay on her side- nose tucked into the place where Steve’s neck and shoulder met.

Right before she falls asleep though, Robin does a very important thing on a mental whiteboard.

You Rule: 1

You Suck: 0

hope you all enjoyed! truthfully think this is one of my favorite things i have written. love platonic stobin. <3

[sharpth1ng]

Jfc, keep it in the bedroom boys

[bunnyboybreeder]

I recently found out I can make my boyfriend cum by pinning him down and just grinding against him/pretend I'm fucking his pretty pussy and honestly this is some of the best news I have received in a while.

Making my pretty kitten whine and beg for more while actively denying what he wants the most is so hot. He would be so into the fact that I have considered just keeping him pinned and taking our boxers off and breeding him and filling him so full of my cum watching it drip back out just to fuck it deeper into him.

Making him moan and plead for me to stop using him while he's absolutely powerless to do anything as I keep using him until I finish with him.

[esoterictboy]

frat tboy

we make you house bitch for a week which means no bottoms or underwear of any kind. When you clean out the fridge guys are ogling you, spreading your ass cheeks and laughing at how turned on you are. Sticking their hands between your legs so they come away wet and sticky and making you clean it with your mouth. They’re talking to you and sliding their fingers inside you and laughing when you can’t finish a thought. They’re calling you into the shower to cum over your hole so nothing goes to waste. They’re jerking your tdick while you watch tv for fun, edging you over and over until you’re arching and begging to be fucked. Mounting you on the couch to fill you just so they can focus on their homework better. Leaving you leaking and open for the next guy, all stretched out and loose.

@/tooesoteric2tboy - now

[add1ictwithapen]

full letter from torchbearer to clancy

[c0rpsep4rty]

fingering my boy in a semi-public place and watching his eyes roll back as i’m knuckle deep inside him>>>

[imsothoroughlymodern]

Ngl one of my current fantasies is someone from here controlling my long distance vibrator 🤭

[subbytwink]

Serving a couple seems so fun… being their freeuse toy around the house.

Having a daddy and a mommy to use me

[hypno-shiga]

Hey you. Yes, you. The exhibitionist. The rest of you can go and free yourself from the spiral, if you arent into showing off.

So yes. You. As the exhibitionist you are. Exhibitionists love to show off. Showing off is hot. Hot is good. Being good is hot. And hotter is to let yourself admired. Sexy body. Sexy cock you have and sexy abs. Sexy cock is good. Pulsating like your heart. In your body. Deeper. But better. Than all you experimented. The pleasure of showing off to anyone. And of course. After you keep reading. Focusing. If you want or feel like it. Abs, muscles, cock can always fill my DMs. Come on, no need to be shy. DM and tell me about your big cock. Muscles. Abs. I know you wanted it. For someone to admire you. For the sexy god you are. The jock. The hung. The twink. You deserve. The praise.

[dykevanny]

Did you know i like her

[goodboyhoney]

Puppyboy dog show. Being shown off by my owner, having judges talk in detail about my body, how well behaved I am. Having them prod and poke at me, sticking their fingers down my throat to check my gag reflex, spreading my lips to see my tdick so they ensure my puppy parts work right. Doing tricks for them, showing them how deep I can take master's cock before they take turns using me to make sure I really am a good dog, in top shape. Being used by my owner and the judges until they cum, pet's ability to satisfy is one of the judgement categories after all. Doing all of this in front of a crowd, with other puppyboys being judged, would elevate the experience.

[poorlilpubby]

Dress me in the skimpiest panties. Put a butt plug in me. Write degrading names on me in Sharpie. Spank me with a belt, leaving bright red welts. Leave hickeys on the inside of my thighs. Have me put a normal outfit on over when we go out. No one will know how much of a whore I am for you.

[bihifive]

Woke up thinking about being bred in my sleep, oh well. Ft: stupid shark

[subbytwink]

Am I allowed to touch it daddy/mommy