#god and then the fucking fags in the bathroom

[parkercore-69]

i wish someone woulda told me about the medical malpractice pipeline before i watched re-animator cuz now im sat watching house md and i dunno whats become of me

[vanityluvsme]

*hides upstairs for 10 minutes to have a smoke and mental breakdown*

[unfinishedslurs]

aware of his bisexuality steve (steddie, buckingham)

“Is that a hickey?” Comes out of Steve’s mouth without permission. But there it is, bright purple and red against the slope of her neck. She’s been walking kind of funny this morning, too. He’d assumed her period came early, but… “Rob, did you—“

Eddie fumbles the coffee mug he was pulling down. Chrissy freezes, face turning white with fear. Robin whips around, face bright red, and slaps a hand over her neck. 

“Bathroom!” She yelps. “Bathroom now!”

“Wait,” Eddie says, setting the mug down with trembling hands. “It was me. Sorry, man.”

Steve stares at him, unimpressed. Why the fuck would he lie about—

He looks at Chrissy again, who takes a nervous step back, and it clicks. 

“Right,” he says, nodding quickly. “You. You gave Robin a hickey. Had totally awesome sex that she didn’t even tell me about.” He directs that last bit at Robin pointedly. He told her almost immediately when he lost his guy-ginity. Traitor. “Yep. Sure. Got it.”

Eddie blinks, confused. Robin buries her face in her hands. 

“Oh my god, calm down,” she groans. “That’s not going to work. Steve’s cool.”

“Cool?” Chrissy asks, still looking ready to bolt. 

“Super cool,” he assures her. “The coolest. So incredibly cool, even if my best friend didn’t even tell me when she lost her virginity.”

“Steve!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he says. “But I am going to need details, Buckley. We can go over what worked, and what needs more oomph.”

“Oh my god, can we talk about this anywhere else,” Robin groans, at the same time Eddie asks, “What, so you can get off on it later?”

“What,” Steve says. 

“You think two girls are hot, is that it?” He’s got a sneer on his face now, but Steve’s more observant than Dustin gives him credit for. Even if he wasn’t, it’d be hard to miss how hard his hands are shaking, the nervous tilt to his mouth. 

“Ew.” Steve’s face screws up. “Dude, no. It’s Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you,” Robin breaks in, from where she’s started comforting Chrissy. “You thought I was hot for at least a summer.”

His mouth drops open in betrayal. “We agreed to never talk about that again!”

“Can’t help being sexy,” she coons. Chrissy giggles wetly. “You wanna get married, Harrington? Have my babies? Stay home and raise six little nuggets while I bring home the bread?”

“I hate you,” he informs her. “Hate you so much. We’ll have a nice, heterosexual wedding and share a sad, heterosexual kiss, and you’ll carry me over the threshold of our nice, heterosexual house, and we’ll have boring, heterosexual sex that gives us nice, heterosexual babies, because we are so heterosexual and happy in our suburburban house in our nice little heterosexual town.”

He’s honestly kind of proud of himself for saying heterosexual so many times. Usually he fumbles words with that many syllables, especially after that many times in a row. 

Chrissy is outright laughing, now, endearing little snorts making their way between giggles. Eddie is looking between them like they’re a puzzle he can’t piece together. Robin grins.

“I’ll cuck you with the secretary.”

“Not if I cuck you first. You’ll be away all day in that office of yours, and I need someone big and strong to carry all the new furniture I ordered.”

“I knew it! I knew Timmy wasn’t mine!”

“Oh, but I couldn’t help myself,” he swoons. “Mark was just so sweet, with his bulging biceps and hand flexes, all hot and sweaty from helping poor little me while you were away! You know I’m weak to curly hair and brown eyes, Rob, how’s a man supposed to resist?”

“Fag,” she says, not without affection. 

“Dyke,” he shoots back. 

“Cocksucker.”

“Carpet—“

“Okay,” Eddie breaks in, clapping his hands. He and Robin both startle, and so does Chrissy from where she’s been watching them like a particularly interesting tennis match. “What the fuck is going on?”

“Robin lost her virginity and didn’t even tell me,” Steve says immediately, like he’s tattling to the principal. 

“Steve doesn’t seem to understand the concept of waiting,” Robin retorts. 

“I told you when I had gay sex,” he whines, and Eddie chokes. “I hate you. See if I ever give you tips again.”

“Oh, is that what you meant?” Chrissy asks. “Please don’t stop. They were good tips.”

Robin flushes all the way down to her toes. 

“You like boys?” Eddie wheezes. 

“Oh,” Steve blinks. “Yeah? I thought you knew.”

“You thought I—how would I know?”

The fuck is that supposed to mean? Steve’s been flirting with him for months!

“Robin always says we can sense each other! You sensed her.”

“You told him?” Eddie’s mouth drops open, and Robin looks sheepish.

“She didn’t have to,” Steve snarks. “You’re flagging in Hawkins, man. Was I supposed to miss it?”

“You know what flagging is?”

“Again, in case you missed it, I fuck men.”

“Fuck,” Eddie mutters. “Fuck! Christ, I can’t believe this. You’re, like, the epitome of heterosexual. I spent half of high school having to hear about how much pussy you were getting. Why are you not straight?”

“Wow, Eddie,” he deadpans. “Are you saying just because I like men and woman, I’m not queer enough? That’s kind of homophobic of you, man.”

“Yeah, Eddie, wow,” Robin says. “I thought you were better than this.” 

“Fuck off,” Eddie says. “I feel like I need to lie down. My entire worldview just shattered.”

“I have a couch?” Chrissy offers shyly. “Or a bedroom, if you need a minute away.” Fuck, Steve kind of adores her. Especially since she’s apparently vicious n bed, if the five other hickies he counts just from Robin bending down a little to whisper in her ear are any indication. Good for her.  

“Don’t worry, Eddie,” Robin says, with a glint in her eye that means he’s either going to love or hate what comes next. “If it helps, Steve’s never fucked a man in his life.”

Eddie’s brow furrows, looking between the two of them. “So…you’re just making fun of me?”

He looks a little angry now, and Steve can’t make heads or tails of this conversation because, “What the hell, Rob, yes I have—“

“Oh, so suddenly you’re the one doing the fucking?”

“Stop making fun of me for taking it!”

Eddie lets out an honest to god moan that he immediately slaps his hand over his mouth to cover up. “Right,” he says fervently. “Okay. I need to lie down, like, for real.” 

They watch him stride down the hall, so fast he’s almost running, and slam the door closed behind him.

“I could totally top,” he mutters to Robin as something that sounds vaguely like muffled screaming echoes down the hall. “I top girls all the time. It’s not my fault prostates are a gift from God.”

“Uh, you top because all the girls you fuck are from small town Indiana. If one of them brought out the strap you’d drop to your knees so fast—“

“That’s—I like topping!”

“Your favorite position is cowgirl. Forgive me if I don’t believe you.”

“I will show Chrissy your baby pictures,” he hisses. Robin makes a face at him. Chrissy nods excitedly from where she’s still tucked under Robin’s arm. 

“Oh what’s that?” Robin practically shouts. “You like being pressed against walls and ravished? You want someone to tie you up and have their filthy way with you? Is that what you said, Steve?”

Another noise from the bedroom. He narrows his eyes at her. “What are you doing?”

“Helping,” she says sweetly. “You’re both hopeless.”

“I told you he’s shy!”

“Eddie?” Chrissy asks. “Shy?”

“Yeah, okay, I was confused too, but I figured it was the romance! He told me he hasn’t actually been in a relationship before, I assumed he was nervous to take that step.”

“Yeah, but dingus,” Robin says sweetly. “You’re missing a puzzle piece here. He thought you were straight. He thought he was flirting with his straight best friend he didn’t have a chance in hell with, and then he finds out that said best friend likes taking it up the ass and men with brown eyes.”

“Oh,” Steve says, realization dawning. “Oh, fuck. What if he doesn’t like me like that?”

Robin smacks the back of his head. “Why are you stupid?”

“I don’t think you have to worry about that,” Chrissy says. “Like, really don’t have to worry about that.”

“I’m not coming over tonight,” Robin says. “I’m gonna stay with Chrissy again. Er…if that’s okay?”

“That sounds amazing.” Chrissy beams, and Robin turns red again.

“Yeah, I’m going to stay with Chrissy again tonight. You are going to invite Eddie to stay the night when he gets done with his little crisis, and then we’re getting lunch at the diner tomorrow and you can tell me about it before our shift.”

“Right,” Steve says. “Right, I can do this. I’ve invited guys over before, how hard can it be? It’s just Eddie. But that was hotel rooms, not my house and my bedroom with my shitty wallpaper. And it’s Eddie. Fuck, what if I’m shit at it? Robin, what if I’m actually bad at sex and everyone who’s ever said I was good was lying because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings? Oh my god, I’m totally bad at sex.”

“Woah, dingus, slow down. I think we took the mind meld too far, you’re turning into me.”

“If it helps, I don’t think you’re bad at sex,” Chrissy says. Steve and Robin look at her, and she flushes. “Because of the tips! Not because—I’ve never slept with you, but some of my friends did, and I got three orgasms out of last night, so…”

“Oh thank God,” he breathes. “I was worried for a minute.” Then he raises an eyebrow at Robin, and holds out his hand for a high five. She slaps it, begrudgingly proud of herself, and then takes the hand to pull him into a headlock that’s honestly more of a hug than anything. 

“You’re fine,” she whispers in his ear. “You’re great at sex, as you keep telling me. What’s more, you’re funny, charming, handsome, brave, caring—“

“Aww, Robin, are you getting sappy on me?”

“Plus Eddie literally moaned in front of you when he found out you bottomed. I really don’t think there’s a way to fuck that up.”

Steve grins. “He did do that. I’m going to make so much fun of him later.”

“So,” Eddie says with a smirk, “men with brown eyes?”

“Hey man, don’t look at me. Blame Jonathan.”

Now Eddie looks stunned, mouth dropping open. “Byers?” He says, sounding betrayed. “You have a crush on Byers of all people?”

Steve feels offended on Jonathan’s behalf. “What’s that supposed to mean? Jonathan’s a good guy!”

“I guess.”

“What do you mean you guess? He’s sweet, passionate, good with kids, nice eyes. Can pack a punch. I mean, what’s not to like?”

“Uh, didn’t he steal your girlfriend?”

He waves that off. “That was, like, years ago, man. We’re cool now.”

“Right, okay,” Eddie mutters. “Well have fun with Byers, I guess.”

It clicks. “Oh,” he says. “Oooh. You’re jealous.”

Eddie splutters. “Jealous? I’m not—I don’t—you’re jealous!”

“Oh, am I?”

“Yes,” Eddie says resolutely, not looking at him. 

“Right,” Steve agrees. “Well, if I am jealous, maybe I should know that I got over Jonathan years ago, and have since moved on to brighter, hopefully more attainable pastures than my ex’s ex.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“A different man with brown eyes?” He suggests. “Who is also good with kids, and passionate, and…” he trails off, suddenly realizing all those times Robin made fun of him might not be based on nothing. “Oh my god, I have a type. Shit, I have to tell Robin she was right.”

“I figured that was a common occurrence.”

“Shut up. Where was I going with this? I had a point.”

“You were telling me how awesome I am?”

“Oh, suddenly it’s you we’re talking about?”

“I mean,” suddenly Eddie looks shy, and Steve can’t help but think even with the change in context he might have been right when he told Robin Eddie was nervous about being in a real, romantic relationship, “isn’t it?”

He feels himself smile, slow and wide and probably more revealing than he means it to be. “Yeah,” he says, in a tone he knows Robin would call soppy, “it is.”

[grizzly-thoughts]

Since my forcemasc post has been getting really popular I thought it would be fun to mention that it is directly based on the exact moment my egg cracked and share the story. (This is going to be long and overly flowery because I'm a fag who likes poetry unfortunately :/ )

Over the covid while I was living with my parents, everybodys hair was getting long. My dad was giving my brother a haircut with clippers when I jokingly asked if he could cut mine too. He said sure, if I actually wanted to, and I figured fuck it. We're all stuck inside, if it looks bad then nobody's gonna see anyways.

As I watched the sheaves of my overgrown pixie cut hit the floor of the kitchen I got worried about what would happen when it was done. I never liked haircuts, and I'd never shaved my head before to begin with. It occurred to me there was a very strong likelihood I would look like Bobby Hill. Finally when it was done I got up from the kitchen chair, stepped over the halo of shorn hair around it, and went to the bathroom mirror to check the damage.

It hit me like a truck. The only thing that ran through my mind at that moment was, "oh my god, I'm a guy". An entire lifetime of shuffling around in the dark trying to find the words to suit me just dropped and I knew exactly what I was in that instant. In that moment I looked just like my little brother. We both smiled and laughed and ran our fingers through our hair and for the first time in months everything was okay.

I don't buzz my head anymore, I'm working on growing my hair out again for the hell of it, but I thank God I made that split decision. Even just saying it to myself and accepting it instantly improved my life. If you're questioning, *keep questioning*. Shave your head. Wear a tank top. Start testosterone. Fumble around in the dark! You're going to fall sometimes, but you're going to find the best version of yourself somewhere in there and you won't want to look back.

[petew21-blog]

Make him a REAL man

It's hard for me to admit it, but I hate my son. There, I said it. I used to love him like a real father should have. But now, I just can't stand to look at him, wasting away his life being a f... choosing a different lifestyle. Fuck, I can't call it like that, he just became a fag and I can't accept that.

He used to be such a sweet boy. Always good, obedient. Maybe I should have been more strict. I was too liberal while raising him with my wife and now look at him

These are the photos he normally posts on social media

Him, spreading out in the leather clothes on my bike. Yeah, I have to admit he takes care of his body pretty well. But I hate to think about all the things he does with some other men. It's not NORMAL. I wanted to raise a straight good son, who will give a grandchild. Not a queer, childless piece of shit

Fuck, look at this photo. He even looks as if he's enjoying being observed. God knows where his hand is on this photo.

I have to stop this. No more of this fag stuff

Maybe I was a bit irrational. But I do think that this will be a good thing for our relationship. i will put his life in order and he will get to see how good a life of a heterosexual man is.

Yes, I swapped our bodies. He is in my obese 53 year old body, while I have to make him straight.

It might seem gay, for what I'm gonna say right now, but god damn I love his body. I have never been this fit in my entire life. And also, I get to have sex in his body tonight. Not only masturbate, which is also great, because my son seems to be a big shooter. I couldn't believe how far it got yesterday

I got out of the bathroom, walking shirtless back to my room, where my son's friend Ashley was waiting.

In the hallway my body stood with arms crossed

Henry:"What the hell you think you're doing?"

Me:"Just taking a shower. Is that forbidden?"

Henry:"Dad, I thought we agreed to respect our lives. No you brought Quinn here for god knows what"

I laughed and replied:"We're only gonna do what God wants, DAD. And don't forget that tonight is your anniversary with MOM. So you better get ready, that woman is a beast in bed"

I knew the idea of sex in my body with his mother would shatter him and I was right. He didn't even let out a single word a sI walked past him.

Ashley was sitting on the bed, watching me lift in the doorframe.

Ashley:"Henry? You forgetting something?"

I lowered myself down, wiping away the sweat from my forehead

Me:"Oh sorry, miss. I should have payed more attention to you and not to myself" I approached her seductively, making her nervous

Ashley:"No, I meant the homework. Henry, what has been up with you lately? You seem different. And not gay. Is everything ok?"

Me:"Everything is just fine. I have a pretty girl on my bed and just realized how much time I wasted not giving you more attention"

I lowered myself on top off her and started making out with her passionately.

Ashley:"I think we can let the homework be for a while"

Me:"Great idea"

I'm gonna have sex for the first time in my sons body with a proper woman. Not with a dude as my son did. I wonder how different anal sex is?

As we both got naked I inserted my hard dick into her. Fuck yeah

I knew that Ashley would love to have her first time with me. Over the years I had some tricks in my sleeve and knew just how to use them.

As I was fingering her, I noticed someone peeping through the window, jerking himself off. My body stood there, enjoying the show.

I got down to lick Ashley's pussy and as I did, I was still watching my body at the window, hoping he would enjoy the show

Ashley:"Henry, I need you inside of me!"

I smiled and winked at my body behind the window. This is gonna be a very long night for both of us.

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

I Didn't Know You Smoked

Steven Grant x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals •Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • MK Bingo 2024 Masterlist • ko-fi •

Summary: Steven has a secret habit.

🌛For @moonknight-events MK Bingo Spring 2024 Event🌜

A/N: Everytime I write something I feel myself putting on the clown make up more and more.

Warnings: Use of ‘fag’ as the British and Australian slang for cigarette, reader doesn’t smoke, blow job, fingering, p in v sex, cream pie, maybe kind of a cream pie kink from Steven if you look closely, swearing, typos, please let me know if I've missed a warning!

Word Count: 2741

The scent of smoke caused you to pause midstep. You shrugged off your backpack and hung it up on the side as you walked to the kitchen and put down your shopping bag. You’d been able to start cooking when you realised you were missing a few key ingredients and had made a quick dash to the corner shop. 

The smell of smoke hit you again, and even though it was very clearly cigarette smoke your mind quickly spiralled to smoke from a fire. Shit. Had you left a candle on in the bathroom? 

You’d lit one when you had a bath after work, the image of the flame somehow catching the towels and running up the walls burst into your head. 

You rushed to the bathroom, yanking open the door with such a force that the hinges groaned under your exertion. 

Steven practically jumped out of his skin, whipping his head around to look around at you, his eyes wide. “What the fuck?” He yelps.

“Shit, Steven, sorry, I thought I’d left a cand…” You pause, and truly take in the scene before you. 

He’s stood on the toilet, crouched a little so that he can reach the tiny top part of the window that actually opens. There’s a cigarette in his left hand. You can just see it from your angle. Steven’s hand outside in the cool evening air.

“You’re smoking?” There isn’t any judgement in your voice, just surprise. 

“Yeah, fuck, sorry,” he turns to hastily blow smoke out of the window, practically trying to shove his whole face outside before he grabs the old jar from were he had propped it on the window sill and stubs out his cigarette hastily. He puts the butt in there after and screws on the lid. 

You’d seen that old jar on his desk plenty of times. Just assumed it was filled with odds and ends. You didn’t realise it was his secret ashtray. 

The sight of him blowing out the billow of smoke is kind of… nice actually. Despite his obvious panic there’s something about it you can’t quite put your finger on. You shake your head. 

“No, don’t worry, I just… didn’t know you smoked?” 

Jake smoked, you could set your watch to his cigarette breaks; they were so precise. But he would always, without fail, go outside. Rain or shine, freezing cold or oppressive heat. He didn’t seem to mind if the lift was broken or not, outside he would go and the butt would go in the bin on the street after. Never on the floor. Jake was a stickler for that, had got into more than one verbal (and physical) fight with strangers who just flicked their fag onto the pavement. 

Marc had smoked, several years ago. But had quit and never touched another one since. It always used to puzzle him when he had the craving for one after not smoking for over a decade. 

Most other ex-smokers he spoke to talked about being revolted by cigarettes once they had fully stopped for a few years. Now that he knew about Jake, and his continuing habit, whenever the urge got too strong he just tapped out and let Jake go for a cigarette. (Marc still argued that smoking was bad for them, while Jake countered that technically Khonshu’s suit healed any damage every time they wore it. Which had led to a very lengthy debate over if Jake’s true reasoning for serving the moon god was so that he didn’t have to quit his nicotine fix.)

They didn’t smoke often, and Jake went more than out of his way to minimise any smell that clung to them. But it meant that you never found it puzzling if they smelt like smoke. It just meant Jake had had one. 

Steven had never mentioned smoking himself, in fact he often scolded Jake for it. 

“I don’t smoke, I mean,” Steven blushed a little, his shoulder slumping. “Well, that’s a lie, innit? I smoke… sometimes?”

“Sometimes?” You repeat with a small smile.

“Sometimes… just sort of,” he shrugs. “Feel the urge sometimes. I used to… before I met Marc and Jake, once or twice a month, just one fag, you know? I hid a packet under the sink.” 

“Under the sink?” You laugh kindly and Steven smiles and nods. 

“Yeah, here,” he gets down off the toilet and points at a little space under the taps. “And then I’d smoke out the window so I didn’t set the alarm off or stink out the place. I tell you, I used to always get confused because sometimes I would smell a bit like smoke, even though I hadn’t touched them in weeks.” He shrugs again. “I thought that’s just what happened.” 

You chuckle. “And you still sneakily have a fag every now and then.” 

He nods and grins bashfully, “every now and then… I know I should be good and go outside like Jake does but… it’s like, part of the ritual now. You know? Stand at an awkward angle and half hang my head out of the window. Wouldn’t feel right otherwise… plus sometimes I just can’t be fucked.” 

You laugh loudly and he smiles, glad that his little joke amused you. 

“Marc and Jake don’t know…” He says shyly. 

You nod and mime zipping your lips and he grins again. 

“Thank you, love.” 

You lean to give him a quick kiss but he pulls back a little.

“Sorry, I mean, I definitely taste like smoke, disgusting, you don’t want that do you? No.” He shakes his head. “I’ll brush my teeth.” 

You screw your face up a little in what Steven at first assumes is agreement at not wanting to kiss him while he tasted of cigarettes. 

You let out a little grumble and take hold of his cheeks, holding him firmly as you place a kiss on his lips. 

Even though the action is brief he does taste like smoke. And it’s kind of… nice again. A strange little spark of heat begins to grow in your belly and suddenly you can’t get the idea of fucking Steven with a cigarette dangling between his lips out of your mind. 

The way you know he would writhe and whimper, biting down on the butt to try his hardest to stop it from slipping out of his mouth. 

He moans low against you as you slide your tongue against his, spreading that smokey flavour across your taste buds. 

“Hmm,” he pulls back just a fraction to speak, even though his hands slide to your hips to pull you closer. “What’s gotten into you, love?” He grins.

“Nothing,” you mumble and kiss down his jaw, running your teeth over his neck and leaving sloppy bites.

Steven shivers, a little gasp of air hitching in his throat as he urges you even closer. You bump against his quickly hardening cock and he groans, bucking his hips forward to rut against you. Kissing his neck was always his weak spot. Practically guaranteed to get him hot under the collar at a second's notice. 

He whines a little as you move away from him for a momentarily, his fingers tighten instantly against you, trying to keep the space between your bodies to a minimum. 

“Here,” you grab at the cigarette packet on top of the cistern, and pull one out before you offer it to him.

Steven raises his eyebrow at you. 

“Just, erm, can you put it in your mouth?” 

He pauses for a second, chewing at his bottom lip nervously. “I don’t want to smoke in front of you love, if I’m messing up my own lungs then-”

“No, no, you don’t have to light it… just…” 

His eyes widen ever so slightly and a small smile pulls at his lips. “You like it, huh?” He teases softly. 

“No.” Heat burns at your skin but you can’t help but laugh lightly. “...yeah.” 

He chuckles and takes the cigarette, nuzzling into your cheek. “Alright, but… let’s not tell Jake about this, yeah?” 

You raise your eyebrow at him this time. “And why is that?” 

“Oh,” Steven shrugs, moving the cigarette between his fingers in an almost hypnotic pattern, “no real reason.” 

“Really?” You grin.

“Hmm,” he smiles playfully, “Jake gets lots of things.”

“Does he?” 

“Yeah… and maybe I want this to be my thing.” He kisses you quickly before he puts the cigarette in his mouth and leans close to your ear. “I bet if I stuck my hand down your trousers my fingers would come back soaking, wouldn’t they?” 

“Steven,” you try to chastise but your voice comes out all whiney and desperate. You can’t take your eyes off the way the cigarette just hangs from the corner of his mouth, bobbing with every word. 

He chuckles, taking it from between his lips so he can kiss you roughly, and hold the back of your neck with his other hand. 

You lick hungrily into his mouth and push him back against the wall, trying to regain some control over yourself and the situation. 

He lets you, in all honesty he always lets you do whatever you wanted, smiling the whole time when you pull back like the cat that got the cream. “Never thought you’d have a smoking kink, love.” He puts the cigarette back in his mouth.

“It’s not a smoking kink,” you scowl playfully and drop to your knees. 

“No?” He teases lightly, pretending to take a long drag. 

“No.” You unbuckle his jeans, pulling down the zip and relishing the sound of his contented sigh as you palm his cock. 

There’s a little wet patch of precum already soaking into his boxers from the tip, a visual cue of how desperate he is despite his quite commendable effort at seeming calm. His dick twitches as you touch him, as you languidly push his trousers and underwear down his hips and take his length in hand. 

“No,” you repeat, “I have a you smoking kink.” You give him a little smile as you look up at him before you run the tip of your tongue along his velvet warm length.

He shivers, letting out a small cry of satisfaction as his eyes close and eyebrows pinch together. The sight of him pressing his head back against the tiles with the cigarette at the edge of his mouth sends a sharp thrill down your spine. 

You lap at his slit, board, flat licks that have him shaking and squirming in no time as you lightly squeeze and pump him from the base. 

He tries to stay still, to let you play and tease at your own pace for as long as possible. But his self control is rapidly dissolving. 

By the time you suck his bulbous head into your mouth he’s practically crawling up the walls. He groans low in his chest, glancing down so he can watch you slowly bob your head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper each time. 

You moan around him, trying to open your jaw and take him further but he’s so thick it’s nearly impossible. 

Heat burns distractingly at your core and you can’t sit still, shifting on your knees to rub your legs together to try to relieve a fraction of that maddening ache. 

He wants to grab you by the back of the neck and force his cock down your throat, wants to buck and trust and cum so deeply until he spills from your lips. 

Instead he bites his teeth together, almost severing the cigarette in two and claws at the tiles as bliss twists and grows in his stomach. 

You manage to take him a fraction deeper, your throat aching as you pick up the pace, squeezing his thighs and swirling your tongue around his tip as if your life depended on it, as if his pleasure was the only way for you to breathe. 

His stomach muscles clench, balls contract and you can tell he’s painfully close by the little whimpered moans that slip past his lips with every breath. You’re about to-

Suddenly he grabs hold of your chin, pulling you back off him and groaning at the trail of salvia that connects him to your mouth. He pulls you up and into his arms with a rare show of his strength and kisses you deeply, the cigarette falling to the floor. 

“Steven,” you moan, the sound muffled by his lips. 

“Off, off, off,” he mutters, undoing your trousers and pulling off your top and bra. He strips you so fast it makes your head spin, and then he’s sitting on the toilet lid and pulling you down onto his lap to straddle his thighs. 

Your hands fly to his shoulders and you have just enough time to tug his t-shirt over his head before he presses two thick fingers into your entrance. 

You moan, keening as he curls them, the sensation like lightening along your nerves and Steven swears.

“Oh god, you’re so fucking ready for me,” he mumbles, salivating as he sticks his fingers in his mouth and pushes you down onto his needy, weeping cock. His hips instinctively buck up as his tip notches in your entrance, sheathing himself halfway.

You moan, high pitched and throwing your head back as he stretches you deliciously. You barely have a second to adjust before he grabs your hips and forces you all the way down and it’s perfect. So full and hitting so wonderfully deep that you gasp. You can feel your slick gushing out of you, making a mess of him as he bounces you on his cock. 

He groans, eyes glazed over, blurting out fragments of sentences with every thrust. “Can’t believe you like me smokin’ that much, fucking amazing, so wet, squeezing me so tight, ah,” he moans loudly, pushing his forehead against yours and kissing you messily, so hungry for every part of you. 

You gasp against him, meeting his powerful thrusts with your own and chasing that sweet release so desperately. 

“Gonna fucking smoke everyday, become a chain smoker just so I can always have you whining on my cock, every single second, just keep you filled up and- oh shit!” Pleasure cracks into his being, surprising him with its suddenness and intensity. He moans loudly, rutting against you as he pumps you full of his spend. His skin sweaty, his hair clingy to his forehead as his hips slow and he comes down from his high.

Steven looks up at you with dark eyes, “fuck, sorry.” He kisses you sweetly, still breathing hard. 

“It’s okay,” you stroke his head and he preens up into your touch. Your thighs twitch, your need still thudding hard and making you squirm ever so slightly. 

Steven hisses softly at the movement, overstimulation flooding his mind with both pain and pleasure. 

“Sorry, I-”

“Keep moving,” he groans, pressinging his face against your shoulder and lightly biting your skin. “Cum on me.” He mutters, keeping his left arm wrapped around your waist while he snakes his right hand down between your bodies and rolls your clit between his nimble fingers. 

You gasp and whine lightly. Rocking yourself up and into his touch. 

Steven moans again, mouthing at your skin and the wet mess between your legs as you move. He thrusts upwards shallowly, rubbing you in perfect time. 

“Steven,” you pant, squirming as your legs start to spasm, the pleasure so close it’s on the tip of your tongue. 

“That’s it love,” he whispers so softly, “that’s it.” He looks up at you with his large doe eyes, completely enraptured with you in that moment. “You can do it.” 

You cry out, so, so close it’s driving you mad. The pull of his fingers, the rock of his hips, the fact that he’s still hard inside of you and pushing so deep. 

“You can cum for me,” he bites his bottom lip, his voice like silk. “Can’t you?” 

Pleasure spikes up and overtakes you, blossoming out and hitting every nerve. You moan, quieting yourself ever so slightly by pressing your lips to his and kissing him messily. 

Steven echoes the sound as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly and sending an aftershock of deep satisfaction through his veins. 

You breathe heavily as you calm, and he hugs you tightly, grinning and still looking up at you with those beautiful eyes. 

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Taboo Desires

Aiden always had a crush on his roommate, Bryce. He was perfect to him, as he was the ultimate alpha, with all the narcissism that came with it. He always wanted to admit his feelings, but the fear that Bryce wouldn't reciprocate had always prevented him from acting on it. The one way Aiden did act on his feelings would be him jacking off while his roommate was gone, scrolling through Bryce's socials, and admiring his incredible body. He imagined his dick inside him, filling him up, and came immediately. It had become his way of easing his desires. Even though he knew it was wrong, he justified it, thinking there was no other way.

One morning, Aiden decided this wouldn't be enough, and would do something incredibly risky, watch Bryce as he changed. Bryce entered the bathroom as he always did, with the door being left slightly open. This was all Aiden needed, and he got up off his bed and snuck over to the bathroom door. As he peeked in, he noticed Bryce posing in front of the mirror, flexing his massive muscles. With his towel wrapped low on his waist, Aiden's imagination once again took over. Aiden looked around Bryce and saw his boxers on the floor. Noticing this, Aiden had a new mission, getting those boxers. He knocked on the door lightly, saying, "Could I use the bathroom?"

"Give me a sec," Bryce replied. Aiden knew this was his only chance, and wouldn't waste it. As Bryce opened the bathroom door and walked past Aiden, he said, "Just so you know, I still have some of my stuff in there." "I was counting on it," Aiden thought to himself as he replied, "No problem." He closed the door behind him and turned on the shower to drown out any noise he might make. Aiden picked up Bryce's boxers from the floor. After taking a whiff, Aiden felt both shame and euphoria as he slowly started getting hard. Pulling down his own underwear, Aiden began jacking off, using the lotion that Bryce had left behind.

The door swung open as Bryce said, "I forgot I left my boxers in here."

Horror came across Aiden's face as he knew he was caught. "The fuck are you holding my boxers for?" Bryce walked up to Aiden and pushed him against the wall. "Are you some kind of fag?" Aiden braced for impact, thinking it was over as Bryce began choking him. "You like that, fag?" Bryce said as his grip on Aiden's neck intensified. Aiden could not hide his arousal even at this moment, as his dick began rising. Just as Aiden felt his world closing in on him, Bryce released his grip, and Aiden breathed in huge sighs. Looking up, Aiden saw Bryce glance down at him, with his expression unreadable.

Bryce would break the silence, "I knew you were peeking at me before," With this statement, Aiden surely knew it was over. "I'm so sorry, I won't do it ever again, in fact, ill request a roommate change," Aiden said. "No need," Bryce replied, as he pushed Aiden's face into his armpits. Aiden couldn't help but breathe it in, musk filling his nose. Aiden would attempt to bring his hands up to separate himself from Bryce, but in an instant, he was turned around against the wall. He could now feel Bryce's bulge, but he was far too helpless to do anything about it. "If you wanna smell my boxers, let me give you what you really want." Bryce's words sparked a fire in Aiden's chest, he was getting what he wanted, but in the most unexpected way.

Aiden's hands grasped the wall as Bryce's cock swirled around his hole. The jock would turn Aiden's face towards his, and plant intense kisses on his lips, drawing blood as he bit on Aiden's bottom lip. His face flushed as Bryce finally entered him, with a loud moan being stifled by Bryce's hand. It was pure ecstasy, with tears leaving Aiden's eyes as his hole was stretched. With thrust after thrust sending Aiden to the brink, Bryce said, "God damn, you're so fucking tight." Aiden started jerking himself off, but as Bryce noticed, he moved Aiden's hand out of the way, and took over himself, saying, "I'm the only one who can make you cum." The heat from the still-running shower, combined with the heat from Bryce, caused Aiden to burn up inside, as pleasure and pain mingled in his waist. Sweat dripped down Bryce's abs, and Aiden felt drops of sweat bead on his forehead. The droplets would glisten as they traveled down, leaving a trail of temporary cool as it progressed. Bryce would speed up, and, in a grand fashion, the two would cum in unison, with Bryce hugging his body towards Aiden's as his ripped chest tensed up.

With his cock still inside, Bryce would lay his final kisses on Aiden's neck, giving him hickeys all over. As he pulled his cock out, Aiden's body fell to the ground as the support Bryce gave was no longer. There was no recovery, Aiden could only lie on the floor as cum leaked out from his stretched hole. Bryce looked down on him, and jacked off one more time, with the second wave of cum landing all over Aiden's face. "That's what you fucking deserve," Bryce said, as he changed into his boxers, and left the bathroom.

[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#373

“What the fuck is this I’m hearing about you?  My buddy Deputy Watson asked me why I have a faggot working for me?  He tells me that you have a record for sex in public bathrooms.  Is it true?

“Of course it is!  I can see it on your face.  Have the common decency of at least admitting it….  Jesus fuck!  You know when I hired you, I told you I didn’t want any drama.  And now I have to deal with this.  I can’t be thought of a sperm burper.  With my wife filing for divorce and living across the state at her sisters, people will start to think nasty shit about me once they find out that I have a fag working for me.

“You were recommended to us because you are a hard worker; you keep your head down.  You don’t drink and you don’t cavort around in town.  Now I know why. 

“Watson was telling me that you were caught once before at a rest stop in South Dakota getting cornholed.  He also said that the charges were dropped.  Lucky you.  So you must like sucking on random dick at some nasty assed bathroom.  What the fuck is the draw?

“Nothing to say?...  I want an answer….

“…You like to blow straight men?  Why would a straight man want to get blown by some fag when he can get it at home?... 

“…Watch your mouth!  The last time I got a blowjob has no bearing on this conversation.  You know damned well that Louise and I are going through a divorce.  I haven’t had anything in a long…  Wait a minute, are you looking to give me head?

“…Back to being silent…?

“Uh…

“Uh…

“Awww, fuck it….  I could go for some head.  You want it?...  No one will ever know that this happened, you got that?  Good.  Then get on your fucking knees. 

“I got a lot of skin….  God damn!  You are eager!  My wife makes me get hard first before I…  Oh fuck!  Oh man. 

“Fuck!  Watch your goddamned teeth!...  I will knock them out.  Trust me I will.  My dick may not be long, but it gets really fat.  Those teeth better know their place.

“Damn, not many women could deep throat me.  Fuck I will be using this mouth again.

“Fuck!  What did I tell you about your teeth? 

“Fuck you faggot!  You want me to hit you again, keep up with the teeth.  You hurt me, then I hurt you.  What do you have to say?...  Hunh?...

“Damn right you’re sorry.  Look up at me.  Open your mouth.  Let me feel your teeth….  Holy shit!  That’s some jagged teeth you have there. 

“I want you to make an appointment with your dentist.  I want him to grind them smooth.  You got that?  I pay for your dental, let me benefit from that.  And make that appointment as soon as possible.

“Look at me….  That slap means I’m serious about this.  Now get the fuck up.  You take men up your shitter?  Of course, you do.  Get out of those Levi’s. 

“A fucking jock strap?  You are such a fag.  Leave it on.  I’m not interested in what you have in front.

“It’s been years since I fucked an ass.  Most of the time it was to put a bitch into place.  You’ll be the first faggot, but it will be for the same damned reason. 

“Spread your legs further.  Damn.  That’s a pale ass.  Hold still….  Oooh.  You have been fucked before.  I can’t remember when my head went in so easy.  So I guess I don’t have to wait for you to adjust to me. 

“Right to the root!  Fuck your pussy is treating my cock so well.  Aw, shut up.  I don’t want to hear any goddamned complaints from you.  If you wanted more lube, you should have put more spit on my dick.  Next time think to do that.

“Now shut the fuck up.  I’m in the middle of fucking here….

“Your cunt knows how to take a pounding.  I like that.  I like that a lot….  Do that again.  Fuck, this is one talented cunt.  And it’s right here every day.  Yeah.  This cunt is going to be used going forward. 

“Fuck yeah.  I’m taking ownership of this cunt.  It’s mine.  You got that?...

“Answer me motherfucker.  Who’s cunt is this?

“Damned right.  You will give up other men.  It’s mine.  You understand faggot?

“…You better.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.  Get ready.  You gonna get flooded with a huge load.  Here it cums.  Here it goddamned cums!  Urg!  Urg!  Fuuuck.  Shit!

“Don’t fucking move.  Stay put.  Clamp down.

“Dammit faggot.  No wonder so many men use you like this.  Not anymore.  I wasn’t kidding when I said you are to give up other men.  That cunt is mine.  I don’t want any other man touching my property.  You got that faggot?...  You say, ‘Yes Sir!’

“That’s better.  You understand that I will be fucking it after we get done work every day?

“I’m one horny son of a bitch, a controlling one at that.  That’s why my wife is filing for a divorce.  You are going to be taking over her duties of taking my nut.  Let’s go up to the house so you can fix me some dinner. 

“No leave those Levi’s there.  You don’t deserve to wear pants.  The jock is all you need.  As I said before, I’m not interested in what you have up front.  In fact, it shouldn’t be any of your concern either. 

“Now get up to the house….  Goddamn, that’s a nice ass.  I don’t know if I will be able to make it through dinner without plowing that cunt and unloading a second time.  My dick can go all night, especially a cunt that treats my dick well.  That cunt will be so full by the end of the night.  Now get moving.”

[octuscle]

Virgo Season: Maverick

Strange things are happening in the sign of Virgo at the Astra Hotel. A bigger and bigger society is forming to celebrate the birthday of the great @fredwkong. I think Maverick can expand the guest list well.

Slowly Pastor Blanco realized that things were slipping away from him. Slowly, he realized that in this hotel, the Corpse himself was at work, sending his sinful hordes after him. He was slowly running out of brothers in arms and weapons as well. It was time to use one of his secret weapons. Maverick. Maverick had once been a lost soul, but he had led him back to the path of virtue. Maverick was a paragon of virtue and discipline. And Maverick was a jerk-off idol for every depraved person scurrying around this planet. Maverick's day ran with the precision of Swiss clockwork. Working out, eating healthy, working in the community, praying. Study of the Bible. Maverick's YouTube channel "Praise the Lord with all your body and mind" was so successful that Maverick was able to make a good living from it and also support Pastor Blanco's work. And that's exactly why Pastor Blanco brought Maverick on stage the next night.

The big speech wasn't necessarily his thing. But Maverick thanked God and Pastor Blanco for the second chance he had been given. And he said what a joy it was for him to support Pastor Blanco's work. And when he couldn't think of anything else to do, he did what he did best: Show off his upper body and flex his muscles. After the sermon, Pastor Blanco thanked Maverick. The effect was exactly as desired. Even some of the fags attended the sermon. Maverick catches all the sheeple. But Maverick can change. At the Hotel Astra, all kinds of people change....

There is no wine miracle. But a liquor miracle. Maverick signs autographs to his fans, blesses convention attendees, and takes a big swig from his water bottle. Pure booze. Maverick looks puzzled. And takes a second sip. And he grabs three donuts from the buffet. A big burp follows. Pastor Blanco looks horrified. The demons are getting closer. He pushes Maverick toward the exit. Still in the doorway, a loud fart booms. For the first time in years, Maverick curses. At least in his mind. And he's so thirsty. He heads for his room on the third floor. Sounds like there's a party going on next door. But parties aren't godly. Muscle training and praying. That's godly. Maverick needs a big drink of water. Urgent. He pours himself a glass from the bathroom faucet. And drinks it greedily. And again: pure liquor.

Maverick turns on the radio. The Bible station. Death metal blares from the radio. No matter which knob he turns, the music doesn't get any quieter. And no other station comes on. Fuck, he loves the music. And he needs another glass of water.

His proper haircut becomes more sloppy. Curls form on his head. His slick muscles are starting to get hairy. A damp, smelly fur grows in his shaved armpits. Fuck, now a cigarette, plus watching porn and jerking off. Pastor Blanco calls and asks if everything is okay. Maverick tells him to fuck off if he doesn't want to blow him now. Damn, I need another glass of water, he thinks to himself.

It's almost noon when Mav wakes up. Next to him the horny guy from the next room. Curled up at the foot of the bed is his puppy Ezzy. That was a wild night. Mav takes another sip of water and lights a cigarette. Damn, why was he here again. Just to fuck and party? Fuck, what else for? Certainly not to pray.

And now he needs fresh air. His friends are into a different fetish than him. Mav is more into the simple and honest things. The smell of leather belongs together with loud music, beer, liquor and cigarettes. And good honest sex.

I found the pictures for this birthday card @homme-parfait, @love-the-fuzzy-parts3  and @nachtgarm666

[xstarkillerx]

Trans-Chaser Brian O'Conner (NSFW HC)

CW: trans fetishization, transphobia, use of T-slur, use of f-slur, I'm trans

In my head Brian will always low-key be a T-Chaser. This white, blond guy, masculine, easygoing, blue collar, drop dead fucking gorgeous— this guy who could go anywhere in the U.S. and fit right in, be well liked... He's a fucking CHASER! A fetishizer! And honestly a real piece of shit about it, but one thing he isn't is DL. Brian's been buzzed at parties before, talking about how the hottest bitches you'll ever see always have cocks, and he'll say that shit to anyone in the crowd that always seems to find him at parties and meets. He talks about how they always give good head, always know how to stroke a cock, how they aren't precious with dicks like "real girls are," they know how to get a man off, they know it takes spit and snot and choking and ruined makeup, ain't no looking pretty with a dick in your throat, but god can they take a dick.

He'll say "it's the girls with dicks you want sucking you off, but it's the guys with pussies you wanna fuck." He'll say the guys worship cocks so much they'll still bend over and take it up their cunts like girls, whine for it, arch for it, get wetter than you can even imagine, and it's so fucking easy to get into their pants because the hormones leave them gagging for it all the time, swells their clits into little dicks that just beg and weep for attention. He loves it, loves that shit, loves every bit of it, he's getting tight pants just fucking talking about it and he isn't shy about that either.

He'll take swigs from his bottle with a self satisfied smile because among the guys calling bullshit or straight up calling him a fag, he knows he's the kind of guy who can get away with saying this shit. He's so conventional, so pretty, so fucking well liked it takes nothing more than light hearted defending and a well placed comeback to get the crowd laughing and on his side again, like nothing he said was serious. How could it be? That's Brian, that's Bullitt, he's no faggot, he'll fuck one of these guy's girlfriends in the bathroom before the clock strikes 2:00am, nevermind he was just talking about sticking his dick in trannies. He's just that guy, people wanna like him.

[buzz-in-your-veins]

Beginning.

Angel had met Husker before.

Warnings: Drug Use, Swearing.

Pain Blood Cold

Those were the last things Antony remembered.

Hot Pain Sick

That’s how he woke up.

He wasn’t were he fell asleep. Was that a fucking pentagram? What a trip. The only think he knew in that moment? Antony was never buying of Henry’s lackeys again. His PCP must’ve been fucking laced.

Looking down was strange, he felt tall as shit. Seeing a bunch of fluff was a shock. So was the soft pink spider body he apparently possessed. And the- What. The. FUCK?!

His feet. His fucking feet!

“You new kid?” A gruff voice spoke with humour

“What?”

“Are you new here?”

“New where?” Looking to the voice, a cat with… wings? Came into view. Old-looking, with rough black fur.

“Hell.”

Okay so the cat was mental. “Hell?”

“Shit you are new. What’s your name kid?”

“An-” he stopped, this cat was batshit crazy, was telling his real name smart? What to say what to say? “Angel Dust.” Apparently to blurt the first fucking thing that came to mind.

“Angel Dusk huh? I’m Husker.” A name to the face he know to avoid. “Your in hell. It might sound dumb, think about what you remember.”

Drugs Cold Blood Pain Gun Needle Smoke

He hadn’t been able to get as much PCP as he liked. So he scored some coke to go with it. And some rum. Smoking his fag, he’d prepped the needle, and inserted it. The rush hit about twenty minutes later, belly warm with straight rum. Two more doses and three hours later, Antony knew something was wrong.

Surging up and stumbling to the bathroom, he spewed red.

Blood.

He was shaking and swearing.

Fuck.

Gasping for breath, Antony recognised the feeling of arms around him, fur ticking his nose.

The cat was hugging him.

He hugged back.

“Shit kid, never seen a reaction like that.” Pulling back the cat looked at him. “You gotta get strong her-“

A staticky voice cut him off.

“HUSKER!”

Looking back the cat sighed. “Shit kid, I gotta go. Take some advice, stick to to yourself whilst you get your bearings. Don’t accept any deals. Stay alone.”

God did Antony wish he’d taken that advice.

Seeing the same cat decades later was a shock, but he covered it up with a flirty remark and a wink.

Begging the cat not to recognise him.

Feedback is greatly appreciated <3

Reupload.

~Vyrus.

[korn-dogz]

Edging With Jonathan Davis

SMUT

TW: smut, edging, Jonathan calls the reader “mommy” at some points

510 words

“Ah… fuckkk…” you hear Jonathan whimper as you continue to stroke him

"You're Doing so good Jonathan" you say as you jerk him off slightly faster, you were behind Jonathan letting your free hand wonder up his chest. He made such cute sounds, it got you a little excited too.

"Y/N... please fuck... I'm coming" he managed to slur out

"Not yet baby" you say as you feel him start to twitch in your hand

“Please... m-mommy l'm so close" you were taken aback by the nickname, but you liked it, Jonathan threw his head back and his mouth slightly agape

"Not until I say Jonathan" you coo at him, he looked at you with lust in his eyes, you knew he was desperate to cum but not yet

You saw his hands grip the mattress, as he lets out moans and whimpers,

"Nghh....ahh" you heard Jonathan say as you stroked him, an idea popped up into your head

You started stroking him at a painfully slow pace as he jerks his head up from the loss of contact, he starts to nag you, begging you to go faster

"Come on Jonathan, I know you can do better then that" you say in sexual voice

"God, please mommy! Make me cum ah! I'm so close make me cum please!" Jonathan practically screams out

"Good boy" you say as you kiss him on the cheek, you started jerking him off at a faster pace and once again Jonathan threw his head back and let out the hottest whimpers

"Oh god...! I'm cuming! I'm cuming! Ngh!" Jonathan says as he shutters and his cock starts to twitch in your hand

"Such a good boy for me" you say as streams on cum leak out of Jonathans dick, he's panting heavily and his legs and shaking

"Thank you y/n... that was incredible" Jonathan says as he's still panting, you just smile at him as you lean in to kiss him, he happily leans in to connect your lips together

"You did so good Jonathan, let's get you cleaned up" you praise him as you offer your hand for him to take, he happily takes your hand and you lead him to the bathroom

You finish cleaning Jonathan up as you head out of the bathroom, you had forgotten that they're still on tour so when you walked out of the bedroom you saw the 4 boys staring at you. Your face immediately turned red, there was a moment of silence before Brian broke it by laughing, the others joined in and started laughing

"Hey babe what's going on-" Jonathan cuts himself off as he sees what everyone is laughing at, "yeah! I get more pussy than you fags!" Jonathan try's to defend himself which makes you giggle a little

"Yeah totally!!!" Brian says while still laughing as he starts to mock the two of you, "I'm so close!" Brian mocks Jonathan as the others starts laughing harder "Alright thats enough" you chuckle a little trying to hide your embarrassment

[tamayakii]

Pretty girl in Pink

warnings: AMAB!reader, she/her pronouns, reader is wearing a skirt, usage of the word “fag” once, reader gets harassed, public blow job, John giving amab!reader oral,

@witchofhawkins @xandraunlazies you two seemed to be interested so i figured id tag you two.

“i’m a girl… i just was born with a dick..” Johns ear perks up, the sound of his subordinate settling in his ear drums over the loud commotion of the bar and its music. His hand leaves the bathroom door handle and he makes his way further down the dimly lit hall.

“come on.. let us see it.” Three bigger men crowd around her, one’s hand making its way to the bottom of her skin tight pink gimp skirt. “I said let’s see it, fag.” Tears prick in her pretty eyes, accepting her fate.

“Aye- and who are you three?” His voice breaks the tension, all four heads turning to look at him.

“Hey man- nothing going on, just talking to a friend.” she further covers herself up with her arms, trying to sink into herself like a turtle.

“Kid- You know these folks?” John asks, looking directly at her.

“No, i .. i don’t, sir” Johns eyes become like ice, making his way over, reaching through the bodies and clasping his hand on her shoulder.

“Let’s wrap this up, yeah? Let’s not make a mess.” the three young men look at each other, before scurrying away.

“You okay?” he looks down but his eyes trail down her pale arms and to her hands and then-

a bulge, that’s what she tries to hide. Tears prick her eyes as she sniffles but John has an unwavering gaze on her cock. Not with shock or disgust, more like a mild surprise. Fantasies that long sat in his head suddenly changing.

“i-i can’t help it- i’m sorry i didn’t want you to find out like this. i didn’t want anyone to find out at all.” John finds that his mouth is suddenly salivating, wondering what the weight of a cock on his tongue should feel like. So small… so delicate.. almost like a treat

She tries to turn her body away, to hide her erection but without even thinking John makes his way to his knees in front of her, she looks down in almost mystified horror. He looks at her, almost as if asking if it was okay as he trails his hands on her thighs.

She nods.

With some minor effort, he folds the material of the skirt up, hitching it on her waist. a cute tiny cock stands at attention, tip pink. smooth. not a hair to be seen, and balls to match with the length in size.

He looks at her with a raised brow, almost asking if she knew this were to happen. “it’s easier.. to be shaved and wear this kind of skirt. no tugged hairs..”

Her hands make their way to the side of his head, steadying herself as John admires.

cute. tiny. and god… what other words could he use to describe it? a treasure? a delicacy?

he leans closer and kisses where her thighs meet her pubic bone, “please..”

A haze encompasses them both, almost forgetting the world that exists around them. the loud music, the laughs, the noise of pool being played just on the other wall.

John kisses the tip, making her cock twitch, “eager, i see..” his lips wrap around it, sucking on it like a lollipop, her thighs tremble and her grip on his hair tightens.

‘i wonder..’ he thinks, before taking the rest in his mouth quickly. barely hitting the back of his throat, she keen, upper half of her body bending over as she keeps him there, nose pressed against her pubic bone.

“fuck- oh- oh fuck fuck. haven’t had this in so long.. please make me cum, captain please.” with short little bobs, he begins to suck her off properly,

“please- please can i fuck your mouth please oh fuck it’s so warm fuck fuck- please captain i’ll be good just let me fuck your mouth.” She begs, dirty words spill off of her tongue, glossed lips trembling.

he pulls back, just leaving the tip in between his lips. Watching her face, he laves his tongue over the tip.

“Please, please.” She opens her eyes and pouts, he nods.

She gives a short experimental thrust, before holding his head still and fucking into his warm mouth, babbling, mentally thanking the music for covering her noise of pleasure.

“so good- so good thank you thank you captain oh fuck-“ While her hips aren’t, her hands are gentle on his head, gently cradling as she abuses his mouth.

John takes it, breathing through his nose. He lets his hands travel to her bottom, squeezing it, making her jump during her thrusts.

“so close so close, oh please let me cum in your mouth, please please.” John puts up no protest, The thrusts become even more sloppy, hitting the roof of his mouth, inside his cheek, finally she freezes. forcing her cock in his mouth down to the hilt.

With quick action, he fondles her balls in his hand. Thighs start to shake and she covers her mouth.

It’s warm and thick, barely able to taste the saltiness before it spills down his throat, forcing its way down. So much of it, he can feel her balls twitching in his fingers, she gently rocks on his tongue before shuddering. Spilling more down his throat.

He pulls back, opening his mouth and letting her watch her own cock cum on his tongue. Her pupils blown wide, she lets a moan slip between her fingers as she watches.

She leans against the wall, trembling, skirt hitched all the way up, cocklet soft and retreating into the foreskin. John simply gets up, adjusting his leather jacket.

He swallows, keeping eye contact with her before putting his hands in his pockets and walking off. leaving her a mess.

note: this was written at like 2 am, pls forgive the shitty writing

[omvimo]

saw the mean girls musical and i have alot of thoughts (spoilers under the cut)

okay so first off GOD I AM NO BETTER THAN A MAN RENEÉ RAP HIT ME UP PLEASE anyways besides me being gay for the entire cast, i did really enjoy the casting. Them being hot is a plus, they can all sing VERY well, acting was amazing. Only person who I think was casted wrong was Aaron. No hate to the actor, he did a great job it just didn’t seem like Aaron yk.

I saw alot of people complain about how they used social media in it but like hot take it was used well. Like in the beginning of sexy, i have no idea how they would get Karen to talk to the audience for the “if i could change the world” bit otherwise.

THEY FINALLY MADE JANIS A FUCKING LESBIAN. Like we all knew, but to not only confirm it, stage it not a bad thing, AND to have her go out with a girl? QUEER JOY AT ITS FINEST

speaking of gay people, cady was %100 in love with regina and experiencing comphet with aaron. Like the first time cady looks at her, shes staring into her tits i mean eyes. And the bathroom scene at the end with the “i like you” just makeout already you fags.

now the song.

okay so, as said before, the whole cast has beautiful vocals, and I enjoyed all of it, but I just genuinely prefer some of the original broadway cast over them. Mainly Barrett Weed Wilson over Auli’i Cravalho. You can see it best in someone get hurt reprise (which isnt even out on music platforms smh) and no hate to her I just like Barrett’s voice better. BUT I do think Jaquel Spivey CARRIED every song he was in, dare I say ever SCENE give this man more screentime.

what i didn’t expect was the level of cinematography there was my favorite part was when we see regina on the treadmill and its all dark like she’s going through a depression and then transitions to the red lighting in world burn for her anger, its just top notch

my biggest complaint is how they cut and shorten songs like MEET THE PLASTICS WAS LITERALLY JUST REGINAS PART WHAT also WHERE THE FRWEAK IS FEARLESS AND STOP

also unrelated to the movie itself, this group behind me was laughing everytime a song started and was just being rude to everyone in the theater and these were full on adults too like ugh learn theatre etiquette or just stay home smh

overall i’d give it a solid 9/10. would watch again and probably will

[lexygabe]

northquido headcanons

disclaimer: i was bored af lately so i decided to write down all of my thought about this stupid assholes

tw: use of slurs (it's fucking liquido and north come on you know they would) and nsfw content but this is under a cut

• this one is for the veterans that followed me on wattpad, the 🎀💋🤩💌👯‍♀️bread 💌❤️‍🔥❤️❤️, to be more specific brioche bread is liquido's equivalent of giving someone chocolate box,

• their relationship doesn't get in the way when it comes to their rivalry,

• their love language is using the most fucked-up insults you've ever heard of. liquido calls north 'dirty dumb blonde fag' and north tells liquido that he is the biggest stupid cunt he ever dated. they love each other 🥰🥰,

• to everybody's surprise this relationship is good for them. since they are dating, both north and liquido spend more time on training,

• liquido is much of an attention seeker so it's very hard to see them being apart,

• when they are in the same room with other people and liquido starts to acting up, north is like: "oh my god, sit the fuck down🙄🙄". at first liquido haven't listen to what north was telling him but over time as north was telling liquido, for example, to shut up: liquido shut up. "hold it": liquido holds it. "tell him": liquido tells him,

• when it comes to north, liquido always mocks him. when something happens liquido says things like that to north: "say you are sorry", "thank me now", "😜😜say: please liquido😵‍💫 i can't live 🥺🤭 without you". unfortunately, north knows he needs to say all of these things because otherwise liquido will be offended at him a whole day,

• type of couple that was shipped by fans long before they started dating,

• when it comes to being romantic, they are romantic on the level of a third grade student. north gives liquido some 'awesome, diabolical, fun as hell rocks' he found on the beach and liquido sends him pictures of drawings that he made on some documents or nda's (del aqua was pissed off) (those drawing looked like if they were made by preschooler),

• the most romantic thing they've done was placing receipt with written love confession into an empty alcohol bottle and they throw it to the ocean. soon after that beach guard reported them to police and they have to pay a fine💀💀,

• north sends liquido every "blue haired girl" meme,

• another easter egg for my wattpad followers: north teaches liquido how to ice skate (it ended up horrible),

• liquido is the master of making the scene in public. he is sitting on north's lap in the most random moments and places, he gives north a slap on the ass when there are cameras everywhere, etc.,

• north on the other hand, hits liquido in the shoulder, elbows him in the stomach or pokes him between the ribs with his fingers.

"it wasn't funny😐😐😦😬"

"good😠😤"

• north is crocs and liquido is flip-flops,

• they don't care about privacy in the bathroom. when one of them is washing their teeth - the other is peeing, etc.,

• don't let them play uno or monopoly,

• btw they are playing a lot of traditional games when they have lazy days,

• the couple that wouldn't marry each other til their 60s

• they are drawing dicks on a cast if one of them broke any bone.

nsfw:

• when they are making out there is a lot of saliva, teeth and blood (because they bite each others lips every time),

• if you see them during a quickie, you didn't predict. just go away,

• someone already mentioned it but breath play, liquido likes it especially. yeah it also applies to swallowing,

• dirty talk and i mean a lot,

• tbh liquido is the one that is doing blow jobs and giving hand jobs to north, this is my man's cup of tea,

• north is one wild mf, my man is searching for that g spot inside those hydra cheeks (im sorry, pls forgive me),

• THEY ARE LOUD AS FUCK, OMG SHUT THE FUCK UP,

• hickeys💋💋💋.

[prettyboypunkz]

Mmmh I want to be at at a party where I keep noticing a guy glaring at me. Eventually I can’t see him anywhere so I go to the bathroom to get away. When I go to close the door however, there he is. He pushes me back into the bathroom and closes and locks the door. “Little fucking faggot” he says. God he’s gonna beat me, or worse. “Please stop, I don’t know what I did, really I’m sorry” I whimper out as he keeps backing me up till I’m against the sink. “Please I’m sorry please don’t hurt me”. He grabs my throat and my hair and starts grinding his crotch onto mine “dirty little boy aren’t you?” He snarls. “Please w-what are you doing??!?” I ask as I grab at his arm, feeling myself getting hotter. He starts kissing me roughly, and as he does so he releases me hair, using the hand to undo my belt. “Wait no please-!” I gasp out trying to draw myself away from his tongue. He unzips my pants and grabs at my crotch but.. “what the hell….shit you’re fucking tranny too? My lucky day” he palms my dick and I can barely protest anymore it feels so good. “Yeahh you like that you little slut?like when I touch you like that?” “Mhm-m” I whimper. Quickly he turns me around pulling my pants down more. “Gonna fuck you like the little fag you are, boy” he shoved his dick in my cunt and I nearly scream when he covers my mouth “you let anyone find out about me fucking you you’re fucking dead” he whispered in my ear, he kept fucking me harder and harder. His cock was so big and so deep I wanted to cry. Finally i felt him cum, breeding me so full it hurt. I touched my dick and started cumming so hard my legs barely held me up. When he was finished he pulled out and I fell to the ground. He gave me one last glare as he zipped up his pants and closed the door in my face.