#hes in the club asking where the fat bitches are at

[bambieluv]

Not people on tiktok hating on Lola because loki likes her saying shit like she isn't attractive enough for him, like he clearly doesn't want skinny bitches

[onmyyan]

Hear me out

A/N: Part two to this post where a messy bitch tries to flirt with cas in front of you , sum light

T/W'S: YANDERE SMUT, PUBLIC SEX, ANGRY SEX (NOT ANGRY WITH READER), HAIR PULLING, CREAMPIES, ORAL(F RECEIVING), SOFT DOM CAS

One look, one single lust fueled look was all it took for him to have you sitting on the cold countertop in the club's boujie bathroom, your thighs wrapped so snugly around his head you were afraid with one wrong room you'd crush him, he couldn't be happier.

His hot tongue licked hard, long strokes, dancing in and out of your winking hole, aching to be filled by his familiar warmth. "Please- baby I need you- need'a feel you inside." His response was to suck a mean kiss into your clit, the bundle of nerves lighting up as if electrified.

Little huffs leave your lips as he works you over, his tongue flicking mean strokes over every inch of your pussy, placing a sloppy kiss to your bundle of nerves he tapped your thigh twice, the signal he used when he wanted your attention. "Keep your eyes on me Honey." It wasn't a request it was a statement, a demand, he was clearly still angry about something and it was coming out in your favorite way.

"And don't even think about covering this pretty mouth okay?" He stood up, his big hands squeezing the flesh of your waist, pulling you against the bulge in his pants and whining softly against your lips, "wanna' hear you pretty." His smile was far too innocent for what he did next, "tell me how this feels hon." He didn't give you a moment to think about it as his thick pointer finger plunged inside your messy cunt, curling up at just the right angle to have you crying out, at first you couldn't answer, mind too lost in the sudden onslaught of pleasure, he didn't like this, pulling your hair in a firm, but gentle grip and he forced you to look at him. "I said use your words Honey."

"Fuck!- Cas oh God h- it feels good, you feel good.", your hips involuntarily buck against his hand as he coo's down at you, he wasted no time adding a second finger, his breath matching your own, his eyes honed in on your face, addicted to your reactions, he licked his lips, smirking softly as his thumb begins circling your clit

"Want your cum- need to feel it, please Baby."

He whispered against your skin while sucking a fat bruise into the flesh just below your ear, his tongue flicking out over the wound sweetly, he pulled himself out of his pants and boxers in one hasty motion, "Spit for me lovely." He asked cupping his free hand under your fucked out face, he smiled down at you proudly as you did as he asked, "Good girl." He says, affection and love in his eyes as he prepares to fuck you like a whore.

He lubes up his cock with the spit, biting his lip at his impatience , but he was so infuriated that vile woman tried what she did, he needed to show everyone, her, especially you, exactly who he belongs to.

With the mess you were making on the countertop, a pearl of cum drips down your thighs, the same mess covering his face and hand, with a kiss to your temple he inches his way inside, not bothering to be quiet, he hisses, grunting with every quick thrust, whining your name loudly as his hips begin to piston in and out, he pulled you flush against him, wrapping your legs around his hips with one hand while the other held you up against him by the meat of your ass, he bounced you on his cock like a toy, lifting you with ease, the sensation making you gush around him, it was almost too much, how he jackrabbits himself, how he didn't care about the pounding at the door or the fact that the people outside could absolutely hear you two over the music.

It didn't matter to either of you, not with that electric way he brushed against that spot with every mean smack of his hips into your own, he had you moaning like a pornstar, he sucked your tongue with a moan, "Take this dick- it's yours Ma-" he hisses through his teeth, the growl in his voice making your clench around him, "All. Fuckin. Yours." He punctuated with a thrust on each word making you cry out for him, he had a feeling he knew one of the perverts listening in outside, and he hoped the bitch heard him tearing your guts up.

[coryosbaby]

Dark! Rafe Cameron Headcannons ʚ♡ɞ

(Nsfw & sfw featuring Bimbo! Reader)

warning !! for like, a lot </3 stalker behavior, sex, murder, a little bit of him hurting reader— stuff like that

Dark Rafe who sees you with the Pogues for the first time and is instantly in love with you— you’re all he can think about after that

Dark! Rafe who first meets you at a party— your makeup done all pretty, hair in braids, with a little skirt lifting whenever you walk that exposes the fat of your ass. You’re perfect to him, and it isn’t hard for Rafe to have those pretty lips wrapped around his cock in due time

Dark! Rafe who asks to be your boyfriend 3 days later— that’s a little weird. He’s only known you for a few days. But so what? And so what if he knew your whole name, your birthday, and where you work? He probably heard it around the island. But it’s nothing.

And besides, he’s so cute!

Dark Rafe who gives you a gold necklace with his name on it for your one year anniversary— chokes you with it as he’s fucking you

Dark! Rafe who keeps a shrine of you; pieces of your jewelry, a lip gloss you left in his room, your underwear — some coated with your previous arousal, some freshly washed, some stained with the red of your menstrual cycle. He might even have a lock or two of your hair from one of the haircuts he took you to get

Dark! Rafe who’s so obsessed that he gets your name tattooed right on the space along his pinky finger— you hold it a lot with your perfectly manicured hands

Dark! Rafe who makes you get a tattoo of his name on your lower back — he coats it with his cum the minute it’s done healing, of course

Dark! Rafe who overstims you until you’re begging him to stop— wetness gushing down your thighs, tummy drawn up tight as your clit throbs in pain from his harsh rubbing as he begs you, “please, baby, just one more time. Cum for me one more time.”

Dark! Rafe who gets jealous of another guy— ties him up and makes him watch as he bends you over the nearest surface. Gags him with your panties because he knows that’s the only taste he’ll ever get of you. He makes sure you don’t know that he put a bullet in his skull the day after

Dark! Rafe who’s absolutely fucking filthy and OBSESSED with cum— fills up your mouth, makes you keep it there and choke on it before bringing his tongue down and licking it up as it begins to pool down your chin. Fills up your cunt as many times as he can count , plays with it as it spills out of your hole and feeds it to you with his fingers

Dark! Rafe who likes being called daddy— it slips out of your lips and he just goes fucking insane, cock bruising your cervix as he growls, “say that shit again, bitch… fuck yeah. Daddy’s about to cum inside this sweet little pussy.”

Dark! Rafe who smokes cigarettes after your sessions— he took it up after the stress of his first job. He blows the smoke in your mouth sometimes, and he likes to put them out on your skin. With your permission, of course

Dark! Rafe who takes pictures of you all the time— he takes pictures of your new outfits you show him, takes pictures of you on your dates. Maybe even when you’re buying a new set that he bought just for you. And sometimes.. maybe when you’re fast asleep. Whether it’s when you’re sleeping over, or when Rafe is “too busy” to come over to your house. He just likes the thrill of sneaking into your room and seeing your pretty body spread out on your pink bedsheets without him knowing. It’s no big deal

Dark! Rafe who notices you’ve been quieter

Dark Rafe! who asks you what’s wrong— you don’t tell him. You don’t want him to do something he’ll regret.

Dark! Rafe who eventually pulls the answer out of you, and when he figures out that your reasoning for being so sad is because someone— one of his ‘friends’— is being rude to you, he promises he won’t do anything drastic. (he’s lying, of course)

Dark! Rafe who bashes their skull in with a golf club until their brains are scattered all over concrete— there were no witnesses, and you very much have no clue until this day

Dark! Rafe who makes you wear his rings all the time— they’re oversized on you, but he doesn’t care

Dark! Rafe worships your pussy at any given chance— his tongue is always inside your cunt and against your clit. He’s obsessed with your smell and taste

Dark! Rafe who proposes to you with the most gigantic diamond ring you’ve ever seen in your life !

Dark! Rafe who buys you an entire mansion— hires maids so you don’t have to clean, let’s you do whatever you want whenever you want. He’s the one who does all the hard work. You’re his little princess, and you should be spoiled and cared for

Dark! Rafe who brags about you all the time to his colleagues— his perfect little wife, who he absolutely adores and gives his entire being to.

Dark! Rafe who overhears his male employees saying perverted things about you— he fucks you over his desk. Everyone can see into his office. No one says anything else about you after that

Dark! Rafe who fucks you into your shared bed, cock pulsing as he empties his seed into your bare cunt and announces that he’s going to give you a baby. And who are you to say no? Your birth control is gone within a week of him mentioning it. Your little family is perfect

A/N: u guys I’m so in love with this man.

[weebsinstash]

the brand new Angel Dust song that just came out has me thinking how absolutely fucked a Reader who is a dancer/musician/singer/producer would be with a yandere Valentino because it really does seem like, coming off of just the general materials and vibes I'm getting, that Valentino also turns his pornstars into sort of miniature celebrities, dare I say, idols even, which would maybe inherently fit the theme of Hazbin Hotel being a musical sort of show at heart. People break out into song, Asmodeus runs a club where music is performed, Angel sings as he strips, Alastor just... as is like just his entire aesthetic and musical number was 🤌, sing about being horny, sing about being addicted, sing about being sad, I dunno there's just an inherent love of music in all of it

I've never really posted about it in detail but I've thought of the ever so elusive MALE READER x Valentino (or transdude/intersex Reader because like, I guess i would, have to, accurately research what having a dick would feel like for smut of that and, I don't know, it's my turn on the gender power fantasy and I say--)

Male Reader who just keeps to himself and waits on Val's table "because you're too stiff, you'll scare off other customers" and one night the Overlord just catches you seemingly alone sweeping floors/cleaning while dancing/singing something, that whole trope where you just don't see him or have your eyes closed and practically do a full musical number until you notice him, just like seating himself in a chair, smoking a cigar, looking at you all smug and horny and thinking of all the different things he could use you (and your holes) for

Absolutely does he exploit weakness and if you don't have a prior addiction, he'll get you one. He'll shotgun something straight into your mouth, mix something into your weed, put a pill in your drink, nudge you towards that alcohol you're trying to stay away from, he'll do it all. He'll get you so fucked up your entire body is buzzing and you're stumbling and you can barely even move and that's when he pounces on you, doing whatever he wants, looking at whatever he wants, touching wherever he wants, and you might not even remember it afterwards and you'll only find out when he shoves his phone full of pictures in your face to mock you

You can't stay closeted/hiding an interest for men around this creep because he'd be secretly feeding you like ecstacy or something that loosens your lips and has you blabbing all your secrets and feelings to him in a horny fucked up haze. The blackmail potential with this dude is IMMENSE. He'd get you fucked up and delirious and film a cell phone shot of you taking his dick and threaten to show it to everyone he wants to unless you do whatever he says (and he's already showing it to people behind your back anyways, but, it's to be gross and coo over how cute and sexy you look taking his loads, stuff like that)

Valentino would take that passion and talent for music that you have and do something gross with it. Oh you're an actor, huh? Good, good, so your reaction will be experienced and authentic when he asks you to bring him a coffee on set and suddenly you're being literally dog-piled on by like 5 ripped hung hellhounds while cameras are rolling :) he thinks he might have an interest in your body, oh, suddenly there's a mandatory employee calendar photoshoot where you he to wear a thong or something skimpy and he can see everything but your genitals (and can tell whatever the situation down there is if you were trying to hide it. Fat ass? Exposed. Secretly a grower/hung? Exposed.)

At the end of the day you're his bottom bitch no matter how big or tough or maybe not even gay you are, because he even has lesbians cuddle up to him for Hot Girl Clout and that shit was on his Instagram. Everything's about him having pretty trophies and nice things and pampering himself while treating others like shit. Yeah, you'll be his little caged pet he obsesses over, but you'll be a very decorated, very well-fed, very financially spoiled little caged pet. If you're gonna get regularly railed by some nasty huge egotistical demon, it might as well come with some sweet perks like a deep bank account and all the luxuries his self-absorbed ass can afford, right?

[ennoshitas-princess]

My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

A/n: hi guys!! Another one shot done and finished to be posted! Hope you love it!

Thank you for stopping by my bakery!!

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[octuscle]

Business Trip (Day four)

The air stinks of frying fat. My clothes smell of frying fat. I don't have a shower and can only wash myself with a washcloth. At least I can shave. I can only hope that I don't look like a tramp when I show up at the customer's. I make every effort to look as well-groomed as possible. I probably also look like a successful management consultant. But I feel like a filthy toilet cleaner.

The day goes by. I'm not particularly focused. I've certainly done better work. But I finish. Fortunately, my contacts all want an early weekend too. There's a small final presentation at 14:00. I correct a few things and add my client's comments. And then I shut down the computer. It's been a great few days here with Liam, I wouldn't want to miss the memories, I think as I roll another cigarette outside. The tenth today already? But now I'm looking forward to the weekend. And I have next week off. I'll see if I can spontaneously go to the seaside. Maybe there's a cheap flight too. But for now I need to get some sleep. Liam sends a message. A photo of his boner. He asks where I'm staying. My things are at his apartment. Shit, I really don't know if it's smart to drop by his place now…

Liam opens the door for me naked. He sticks his tongue right down my throat and rips my suit off. He presses his hard-on into my crotch. Shit, I really don't know… I rip the rest of my clothes off. I rub my hard-on against his. He presses me against the wall. And fucks me like he's on drugs. Shit, this is so intense! And we really do come at exactly the same second. He squirts his cum all over my cunt. And I squirt against his chest and chin. We collapse on the concrete floor of his hallway. We lie in a puddle of cum. And Liam orders me to lick up every drop.

I wanted to get away. I wanted to go home. I could have been sitting on my balcony drinking a glass of chilled white wine by now. Instead, I'm already picking up dirty dishes, washing them, wiping down tables, taking out the trash and cleaning the filthy toilet. Liam's snack bar is well stocked again today. But the guests are different. Hungry and thirsty visitors to the fair. I'm not getting pissed off today. I even get a tip today. Liam is really nice to me. It's almost fun to work. Until I realize: No, not fun. Boredom! Fun would be three or four steel-hard cocks aiming at my face and squirting their cum on me at the same time. As always, the kitchen closes at around 23:00. Everything is clean and tidy by 01:00. I roll a cigarette in the cool night air and ask Liam what we're doing tomorrow. "Why tomorrow?" he asks. "The evening is just starting."

It's been three days since Liam took me to the club for the first time. Those three days were an eternity ago. Yes, I'm still a well-educated, successful man. But the man in the mirror above the bar, sweating and rolling a cigarette in dirty clothes, is also me. Nobody here calls me Marcus. I'm Mack. I ask Liam for my wages for tonight so I can get us a beer. Liam grins and slips me 500 pounds. I look at him questioningly. "Small revenue share for last night, you piss bitch," he replies with a grin. He sticks his tongue deep down my throat. And his hand deep into my pants. This night is really just getting started…

[crushedsweets]

Who are the people that Toby likes the most?

Natalie, Jack, and Ben!

Toby has known Natalie for about 5 years, and Jack for 4, and Ben for 3. ok now im gonna do long ass headcanons for their relationships bc im just soooooooo silly . .

toby and natalie knew eachother when they were at the height of like.. using murder as a relief/power trip. it was a really sick and fucked up thing to bond over, and it wasnt something either of them took lightly or as a joke. but it was something they did talk about, moreso 'let me tell you about my night' and they'd kinda just allude to the murder part of it. eventually, natalie stopped killing as much (and stuck strictly to freak weirdo men at bars/clubs who try taking advantage of ppl). toby doesn't have the luxury to stop bc he only did it when the situation/order calls for it.

they usually just lounge around together. watch trash reality tv, natalie was ashamed of her art for a while but toby loves getting her to show him her stuff. toby taught her how to axe throw and cut down trees. he helped fix up the barn she stays in so it's actually livable. he even got brian to help with shit like insulation cuz theres no heat/ac in it. sometimes he does her hair if shes having an awful night. she never had someone to brush her hair growing up, having no mother/sister/girl friends, and finds it to be insanely fucking relaxing. lulls her to sleep so quick. it reminds toby of lyra and he cried one time after she fell asleep from it. she never found out about it.

toby was the first proxy to be nice to jack. not that tim and brian were horrible to jack (only after he was . . 'tamed' i guess). but toby was the first one to like, bring him things, talk to him, actually attempt bonding. if tobys feeling lonely and natalies not in the mood to entertain, jack was almost always welcoming. ok maybe not welcoming in the like :) hiiii toby. way. but in the. 'ok yea whatever come in i guess' way.

jack used to cook a lot before he was sacrificed. now he doesnt have the same taste buds, and while he can eat human food, its all pretty bland to him. best he can enjoy is insanely spicy stuff, and thats more sensation rather than flavor. BUT TOBY. that fucking dude can EAT. he's brought like a fat steak and veggies and rice and random shit to jacks and asked him to make him dinner. and oddly enough jack was willing to do it. toby continued to do that stuff. jack didnt know about tobys CIPA for a while and was baffled when this white boy from rural colorado could actually handle the spice anytime jack made south asian food LOL.. ("how much spice do you want" "i dont care make it as spicy as you like" "toby are you sure of this" "yeah i can take it").

of the 3, toby is the least close to ben. mostly bc ben is best fucking friends w jeff and toby doesnt like jeff very much(who does?). plus toby figured ben was like a kid and wasnt exactly crazy about being besties with a 12 yr old. But then ben played some video games with him. ben doesnt really Act like an. ipad fortnite tiktok middle shcool type of kid so toby was like Oh he's cool i guess.!

they dont have much in common at all tbh, didnt have similar childhoods and toby didnt play many video games growing up. BUT toby finds so much joy in just having a fucking boyish childish fun stupid relationship where he could play video games and talk shit and eat like crap with yk. they have a very brotherly friendship and it's kinda weird for toby being on the big sibling side of something, but he's fond of it. they get into petty arguments about stupid shit, and went a while without talking bc toby punched jeff and jeff was bitching like 'uumm dont hang out with that prick' and ben was like lmfao ok. toby didnt even realize ben wasnt talking to him tho. . ("hey sorry i was avoiding u jeff was bitching" "u were avoiding me ?????")

[melodygatesauthor]

A Broken Toy

Club Blue Jones X Sex Worker f!Reader

Not Beta Read - Requested By @saraicus

Prompt

His eyeliner running down as he’s banging you against his desk.

Summary

Blue likes to play with all his girls, and he calls on you specifically for what he calls, 'play time'. Some girls never return from their 'play time', and the ones who do come back...act different.

Tags/Warnings

NSFW, Blue Jones is his own tag, dubious consent, rough sex, reader is a sex worker in Blue's club, p in v sex, p in v creampie, Blue is mean, threats of violence, crying (Blue), ruined makeup (Blue), spit kink

Word Count: 2.1k

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Blue had you right where he wanted you, all pretty, flustered, and an outright mess while you writhed underneath him. You were such a little bitch, slapping him the way you did when he told you he wanted to play. You were there for one thing, and one thing only…to do as you were fucking told. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t like the fire you had inside of you. The new ones always had a little fight in them…in the beginning anyway. He was going to fuck it out of you one way or another.

You remembered the way your fear overcame you when his henchmen opened your door. They walked inside your room, being the only men allowed in there other than Blue, of course. They gave you a pretty red dress to put on, and you did so obediently. Then they escorted you down the hall to his office, where you stood, shaking like a leaf while Blue approached you, waving his henchmen away.

The door closed behind them, and you felt terror wash over you. It was silent in the room, save for Blue’s notoriously heavy and irritated breaths. He brushed his fingertips over your cheek, telling you how beautiful you were all dressed up for him. His breath reeked of alcohol. In a rough and quick motion, he tugged you close and told you how he was going to ‘play with you until you break’. 

You’d heard stories of what happened to the girls who left his office after what he liked to call, ‘play time’. Some of them didn’t act the same after leaving. One girl seemed to have completely lost her spirit. She was still friendly, but overall stopped interacting much with you and the others. Another girl that he took to his office never left…at least…no one ever saw her again.

You didn’t know what came over you when you slapped him across the face, but in a moment of bravery, and pure self preservation, you struck him. It would seem that your instincts were off. A smart girl would’ve been as obedient as possible, throwing herself at him willingly. Self preservation, in this case, meant giving the man with all the power over you whatever he asked for, and you’d slapped him across the face.

“I’m sorry! I’ll behave, I–ah!” Blue was slamming you around like a ragdoll in his office.

You landed on the floor with a thud, covering your face with your hands as he closed in on you quickly.

“Shut up!” He picked you up off the floor and put you down on the desk, grabbing your throat tightly in his strong hand. “You’re gonna learn the rules really quick honey,” his face was close to yours while he spoke. He started undoing his belt with his free hand. “You don’t get to say no to me.”

“I know Blue I know I’ll give you what you want now, I’m so, so–” you choked on your words when he squeezed tighter.

“Doesn’t matter, gonna teach you a lesson,” he lined himself up with your hole, pressing the fat tip of his cock to your dripping entrance. “Your job is to satisfy the men in here, that includes me honey. I was going to play nice with you, I really was, but since you wanna act out, I have to get rough now. You made me do this.”

“I’m sorry! Please! I’ll be good, Blue I’ll–!”

He thrust into you, forcing a gasp from your lips as his thick cock made your walls give out around him. You grabbed the edge of the desk while he started his even paced motion, grunting with every hard rock of his hips. He huffed out an irritated laugh, clenching around your neck even harder. He loved the way you looked with your little throat in his large hand.

“You think I like doing this? Huh?” He leaned in, squeezing tighter to pull your face closer. “I just wanted a turn to play with you. You’re my toy after all. You don’t belong to them, you belong to me.”

Blue fucked the cries out of you, relishing in the tears that fell down your cheeks. He wished you hadn’t made him so mad. He didn’t want to hurt you, but you’d left him no choice. All the other girls knew that when it was time to play, they were supposed to be nice and pliant, like good little toys for him. This was the only way for you to learn.

“I’m nice enough to share you because you make me lots of money, but do you know how hard it is to watch–f-fuck–watch other men play with you?” He pressed his sweat soaked cheek to your face while he rasped in your ear, “I have to watch them walk out of the room, all smug and satisfied after playing with what’s mine.”

He pulled his face back and looked at you. Black streaks were smearing down his cheeks from the eyeliner mixed with the perspiration. He started choking you harder. While he looked at you, you realized something else. He was…he was crying. He kissed you, pressing his lips firmly against yours before brushing his tongue against your bottom lip. You let him in, melting your mouth into his passionately, trying desperately to show him that you could behave.

He sobbed into you, angry with you for denying him and angry with himself for showing weakness. He broke off the kiss with a wet smack, looking at you with big glistening eyes. He didn’t look angry. Instead he looked…hurt.

“I do everything for you.” He was spitting while he talked to you. “I take care of you, and yet you still treat me like an enemy. Look what you’ve made me do to you.”

“I won’t do it again, p-please!” You gasped when he finally let go of your throat, coughing and trying desperately to get as much air into your lungs as you could.

“Fuck-you-feel-so-good.” He never slowed his pace, even through the crying and the scolding, he was unrelenting. “I see why they like you so much, such a perfect little pussy, such a good little t-toy-f-fuck!”

You grabbed his shoulders for stability, and he held onto your hips tightly, fucking into you even harder. You leaned forward and kissed him, touching your forehead to his while his gaze bore into you.

“If you ever fucking tell me no again, I’ll make it impossible for you to speak, okay?” He was sort of growling in a low, dark, tone that made a chill roll down your spine. “I’ll make sure that you have to be the most well behaved girl in the club whether you want to or not, understand me?”

“Yes, yes Blue. I’m sorry.” You kissed him more, showing him your willingness to obey.

He slowed down his movements, savoring the way his cock felt when he pulled back. He stopped, the bulbous head of his length rested at your entrance, glossed over with his precum and your juices. You wondered why he stopped, feeling so empty all of a sudden. Involuntarily, you grabbed his shoulders harder and slid your rear forward, trying to get him back inside of you, but he managed to keep it just out of reach.

“T’oh, honey…” He taunted, tsking you while shaking his his head slowly, “you want more don’t you?”

His cock was throbbing and twitching while it sat, still pressed up against your little hole. His fat, glistening head just rested there, taunting you. You didn’t even have to tell him out loud that he was right. Despite yourself, you did want more. You felt your pussy dripping with arousal, your insides burning with a need that only his cock could satisfy in that moment. You gripped the lapel of his suit jacket and looked deep in his eyes.

“Yes, I do.”

“Of course you do…beg.”

You looked at him incredulously, “what? Y-you want me to–”

“Fucking beg for it if you want it so bad,” he hissed through clenched teeth.

You tried to slide forward for even the slightest bit of friction, but you were met with a hand to your fragile throat once again. Blue squeezed, pushing you back to laying on the desk while you tried desperately to get a satisfying breath.

“P-please give it to me, please!” You grabbed his arm, trying to keep some of the pressure off of your throat, “I’ll be a good toy, I’m a g-good toy!” You squeezed his waist with your knees trying to coax him into your hole.

“I don’t believe that you mean it honey, I want the whole club to know how bad you want me. Scream it.”

“PLEASE BLUE! I FUCKING WANT YOU!”

“Now was that so fucking hard?!”

The desk scuffed over the floor with the force at which he plunged into you again. He leaned over you, punching his cock into your needy hole while you gasped and cried under his tight grip still caged around your throat. It felt so good. You cursed yourself internally for fighting him so hard on this. Why had you fought against him again? Something about girls being broken or disappearing? Another harsh thrust brought you back to the moment immediately.

“Open your mouth!” He shouted, and you obeyed immediately.

He drove two fingers past your lips and pressed them against your tongue, pulling your jaw open further. It ached, but you didn’t care. He leaned in, collecting a glob of spit in his mouth and letting it drop down over his fingers. Some of the spit dribbled onto his chin, making it shine in the harsh light, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Blue smirked, watching the way his saliva trickled down his digits and into your throat. You looked up at him before closing your mouth around his thick fingers and sucking on them, letting your tongue roll softly around them. He moaned heavily at that, lurching forward and slowing the pace at which he thrusted into you. Blue pressed his face between your breasts, deep groans making your chest feel like it was vibrating. 

He felt the way your soft walls fluttered around him, and your moans rumbled up through your chest under his lips. They got harsher, as did the way your cunt squeezed his girth. You sounded so pretty, so sweet when you were coming for him. He looked up at you again, eyes blurred with tears once more.

“Yes, that’s good isn’t it? Huh? Don’t you fucking ever deny me again…fuck-fuck-ah!”

You felt the way his cock twitched inside of you, like it was fighting to tear your hole in two. His grip on your jaw was harder while he rolled his hips forward, fucking his cum into you further. The new lubrication made everything sound so much wetter. It took several moments of you both breathing heavily before you could collect yourselves again. Standing on shaky legs, you walked to the door alongside Blue.

You couldn’t for the life of you understand why the other girls who went in there got such harsh punishment, but you decided to wait until you were in the doorway, close to the exit, before you finally asked.

“Blue?” You looked at him.

His cheeks were reddened from the runoff makeup he’d wiped from his cheeks before stepping out with you into the hall.

“Yes honey?” He smirked at you.

“I thought…” you let out a heavy sigh and contemplated your next words carefully. “The reason I was so afraid is because of what happened to some of the other girls you ‘played with’,” you made air quotes.

He chuckled, stepping up to you and getting his face so close to your ear you could feel his lips against your skin.

“Those are the ones I had to break in order to make them behave,” he stepped back, looking you up and down before his eyes met on yours once more, “I don’t think I’m going to have that same problem with you, right? I hope not. Some of them were broken beyond repair…and I really hate when that happens.”

You shook your head, “no, Blue. I’ll be good.” He walked up and kissed your cheek, “very good, now get back to work, I’ll be seeing you again very soon.”

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Club Blue Masterlist

Blue Jones Masterlist

A message for Saraicus (requester) -

Ty for sending along so many prompts. I would've loved to have done them all but it just wasn't feasible for me in the long run. You're amazing and this was a lot of fun to write! I hope you enjoyed it!

[strawberrybobamilk]

Cut Here (Part 8)

TWs: Language, alcohol, some kinky content, a little blood

The three men were in their hideout, cackling at their new successful crime. Trevor and Brad were ecstatically checking the inside of the freshly stolen Ponsonbys fuchsia purse, as Michael smiled and lit a cigarette behind them.

"Did you see that bitch's face?" Brad laughed and made a high pitched squeaky "EEEK!!".

Trevor kept grinning and laughing but ignored Brad's mockery of the robbed woman, and kept joining the blonde in their act of digging their hands inside the purse "Alright, let's see... perfume, lipstick, tissues... ah condoms, she was gonna get busy..."

"Here it is Trevor!!" Brad proudly took a snake skin wallet out of the purse, digging his fingers into it "Oooh damn, it feels so fat..."

Trevor rolled his eyes "Of course it is, if she can afford all this fancy schmancy shit"

They both turned to Michael, who had his back against the wall: he was smoking and looking at them both, and didn't seem as interested as them in the purse.

"Everything ok Mikey?" Trevor asked.

Michael put his cigarette between his fingers and cleared his throat "I just think it's time to step up our game" .

Months passed. Michael never explained what he meant by "stepping up their game". Although, it was clear that he was becoming increasingly tired of his life in North Yankton. Which had become even more evident once he met Crystal aka Amanda. Ever since he met her he started to spend less and less time with Trevor and Brad, and more and more time at the strip club instead. Brad seemed indifferent about the situation: he kept chugging beer in his slumped position on the couch and laughing at the idiotic show playing on TV. Trevor on the other hand looked at the spot on the couch near him, the spot Michael would usually sit on, now empty. It has been empty for so many days. He would only come back at night nowadays.

The spot where he promised Michael he would never leave him.

He started to wonder if that promise ever actually meant something to Michael.

He exhaled, stood up and walked towards the door.

"Hey Trevor where you goin'?" Brad half burped.

"To see if that asshole is still among the living" Trevor grunted.

"Ok" Brad simply said keeping his eyes on the TV.

He got to the car and carelessly drove to the strip club. He knew Michael was there. He simply knew. And this time he wasn't gonna leave him there.

To Trevor's surprise however, the strip club was closed. Or, HAS BEEN closed. Shut down. What once was a crowded fancy looking neon lit club, had been reduced to a dismantled building. And it seemed like it has been that way at least for a couple weeks by now.

But... if there was no strip club, then where was Michael?

"...M...?" he quietly said as fear took him over: he walked around the eerily quiet tiny snowy streets surrounding the defunct club, his right hand gripping the gun in his pocket, trying to find anything resembling human life.

At some point, he did find some sort of human life: he started to hear some muffled gasps and grunts.

He quickly ran towards the source of the noise, and saw... Michael... pinning Amanda against the wall, the two sharing a heated loving kiss, grinding his hips against hers, cupping his hands around her breasts (which looked strangely bigger and faker than when Trevor saw her the last time)...

It lasted only a fraction of a second because the two quickly noticed Trevor's presence and yelped, Amanda quickly covered her breasts in embarrassment and Michael recomposed himself with a "T!" while turning around with the sound of a zipper sliding up.

It stung. So much. He didn't even know why.

"T what are you doing here?" Michael awkwardly walked towards Trevor.

"I thought it was pretty obvious" Trevor swallowed, trying his best to ignore the feeling of his eyes burning and the pain in his chest "I thought we were a TEAM. I THOUGHT WE WERE TOGETHER IN THIS" his voice becoming increasingly louder and broken.

Michael looked confused "We are T, I just... need some time alone someti-"

"YOU ALREADY HAD A SHIT TON OF TIME ALONE!! YOU MEAN YOU WANNA SPEND EVERYDAY GETTING YOUR DICK SUCKED BY YOUR PERSONAL HALF STRIPPER HALF SLUT, IS THAT IT?!"

Michael's face darkened "Don't talk about her like that"

Amanda interrupted their bickering with a soft "Michael", putting her hand on Michael's shoulder. The blue eyed man angrily exhaled "I'll see you and Brad later", and with that they walked away.

Trevor let out an earpiercing scream and repeatedly slammed his head against the wall, over and over, until the wall had a splatter of blood, letting the tears now run free.

That night, Michael had finally came back home, finding Brad and Trevor on the couch: Brad was still watching TV and was half asleep, and Trevor was sitting like he was waiting for Michael's return. But most noticeably, he had a bloody wound on his forehead.

"What happened to your forehead Trevor?" Michael gasped.

Brad yawned "Oh you know, Trevor's always getting into bar fights, ain't that ri-"

"SHUT. THE FUCK UP, BRAD" Trevor hissed, causing the blonde man to flinch.

"I-I gotta go" Brad hurried to the bedroom and closed the door.

Trevor smirked and returned his attention to Michael "Anyway, I'm surprised you give a shit, MICHAEL".

"Oh for fuck's sake..." Michael scoffed.

"Yeah, for fuck's sake" Trevor roared "We promised each other to be a team, don't you fucking dare give me that 'time alone' bullshit again if you're gonna leave everyday and return at night just because you gotta prioritize your boners over your PARTNER!" he emphasized the word 'PARTNER'.

Michael sighed and took some minutes to answer "I had to make that fucking strip club shut down"

Trevor paused "What? So you were the one who caused the strip club to shut down? Why?"

"The owner was Amanda's mother. Fucking pimp. Amanda told me everything. So, called the police, got her investigated and arrested. Oh and of course, I wasn't the one making the call. I made HER call and turn herself in. Under some 'persuasion' pointed to her head" Michael explained.

Trevor took a moment to process it all, then he said "So you did this all on your own... leavin' me and Brad on the couch like two bums and without telling us ANYTHING" he growled "You could have called us too or at least FUCKING TELL US SOMETHING!!" he let out an angered roar standing up from the couch and marching to the fridge, hoping that Brad had left some Pißwasser "Nice teamworking skills there Townley!"

"I HAD TO DO IT ALONE!" Michael protested "This was something that concerned only me and Amanda! I need to protect her, I need to be a good father-"

The last word stopped Trevor in his tracks, making him turn around incredulous "...what?!"

Michael swallowed and quietly said "Amanda. She's pregnant".

[makeyoumine69]

#5

Pup

Kinks: spit and praise

If possible.. PLEASE

Hello! Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it! *hugs*💗💗💗

— [MASTERLIST]; [1k Followers Celebration Masterlist]

The heavy beat of the club's music drowned out the filthy sounds your mouth made each time Patrick's beefy shaft rammed into your mouth, forcing your eyes to water uncontrollably as you did your best to take in his huge size.

"Ahh, look at you, such a cock drunk slut," Bateman growled in a hoarse voice, shoving his cock deeper into your mouth and pinning your hands to the wall above your head. "You happy?"

You could only moan in response, huffing heavily through your nostrils and frowning from the searing pain in your bruised throat.

"You can pretend all you want. I can see the fucking mess you're making of yourself." Sneering with pleasure, Patrick tugged at your hair to make you look up at him, towering over you like a fucking mountain, so tall and strong.

He pulled out his thick dick with a popping sound and loosened his grip on your wrists as he painfully squeezed your jaw. "Hands off, bitch!" Bateman snapped before shoving a finger into your dripping mouth.

"Mmmm … " You murmured as you sucked his long digit, closing your eyes from feeling yourself such a hoe for him.

"Good, good. Now open your mouth, Pup." Patrick demanded, expecting you to follow his command and when you did, he quickly licked his lips as if he was about to spit into your wide open mouth.

You let out a sharp gasp as you tasted his dense saliva on the tip of your tongue, shivering from how wet you were, your pussy was about to burst from the way he was corrupting your mind.

"You like it, huh?"

"Mhhmm-yes…"

"Yes who?" Bateman asked with a devilish grin on his perfect face, slapping your lips with his leaking tip.

"Yes, s-sir…Aaa-aw!"

Your voice wavered as his strong arms grabbed your shoulders to spin you around, pressing you hard against the wall with your face. Deftly, he spread your legs with his knee and pulled up the hem of your black cocktail dress.

"Fuck, you look so hot in this dress." His smug intonation turned you on so badly, you were about to explode. "Always so obedient for me, such a dirty little whore."

"Pat… Patrick!" You wailed as his stony cock rubbed between your buttocks, teasing your moist entrance with barely sensible strokes.

"What do you want, Pup?"

"F-Fuck me…" you swayed your hips, almost ready to impale yourself on his fat girth. "Please!"

You heard him laughing arrogantly at your pathetic pleas, but Bateman decided to spare you as he was so fucking aroused, he couldn't hold it back anymore. With one deep thrust he bottomed you out, forcing you to scream from the overwhelming feeling of fullness as his huge dick brushed so blissfully against the walls of your womb.

"C'mon Pup … move your pretty hips, I wanna see you fucking yourself on my cock." Patrick groaned, looking down at where your bodies were connected, admiring the view of your blushing cleft wrapped around his dick, milking it so perfectly. "F-fuck … good girl, so fucking good."

[keyh0use]

Kinktober Day 1: Free Choice

jealously, Semi-public sex, Rafe acting like a brat to get what he wants

Rafe's back hit the large trunk of the towering tree with a sickening crack, startled gasp slipping out at the contact.

Before the boy could get his bearings, Barry was fusing their mouths together, two large hands coming up to cradle his flushed face.

Confused, and wildly turned on by the sudden change, Rafe mumbled, "Shit, what—"

"Isn't this what you wanted, Rafey," Barry asks, dark brow cocked. The nickname makes both of them cringe, but it gets the point across, Rafe's responding grin annoyingly attractive.

Lithe fingers curl into the material of Barry's sweatshirt and the boy inquires, "You're jealous? Really?"

"Should I be?" snaps Barry.

The two of them arrived mid-afternoon to the corn maze Rafe had been raving about for weeks, noting several times it was all the rave this time of year for north side families, seeing how it was put on by one of their own.

And sure, Barry could admit the farm had been cute upon first glance, only a couple groups moving about and the October sun comfortable.

Then they approached the girl sitting behind a table covered in a checkered tablecloth with a metal box to pay the entry fee—and she gave Rafe a very warm welcome.

Her freckled face was stretched in a wide smile the entire interaction, not paying a lick of attention to Barry's presence and openly flirting with the kook boy.

And Rafe...Rafe hadn't flirted back, no. But he was unusually friendly, happily engaging in conversation and nudging Barry's arm when he laughed. Like they were just buddies or something.

When the bitch finally turned to greet Barry, acting like she'd seen a fucking ghost upon the sight of him, his intention was to introduce himself as Rafe's boyfriend. Just to be petty.

But that didn't happen because Rafe was quick to interrupt the introduction, boasting about the ugly orange cupcakes the girl had supposedly baked.

Then Rafe had the audacity to cling to the older man the whole way through the maze, making light-hearted chit-chat and kissing his face lovingly, like nothing happened.

"No, of course not," Rafe assures the other man, leaning in to share an affectionate kiss, one that Barry very rudely pulls away from.

Instead of making a counter argument about how disrespectful that whole debacle felt, Barry instructs, "Turn around."

"What? Barry, there's people—"

"Oh, shit, you're totally right." Barry fixes a stern look on the boy's face and meanly says, "Did it sound like you had a choice? You don't. Turn your ass around."

Not one to disobey, Rafe glanced nervously from side to side before doing as told, only to have his face shoved roughly into the bark.

The splintering wood is cold and damp against Rafe's sensitive skin, no doubt nicking him where it cuts in to his face.

Rafe's pants and briefs are unceremoniously yanked down his long legs, pooling around his ankles and leaving him completely exposed from the waist down, an embarrassed sound escapes him and has Barry huffing a laugh.

"This is—Barry," the boy nervously rambles, trying to make sense of his conflicted thoughts just as two spit covered fingers push inside of him without warning. "Fuck! Barry, no, we can't—"

"Calm the hell down, country club. If anyone's goin' away for public indecency, it ain't gonna be the pretty white boy."

Two fingers quickly becomes three, scissoring and curling, Rafe still relaxed from being fucked before breakfast.

Barry used his clean hand to undo his button and zipper to free his aching cock, quick to remove the digits and replace them with the fat cockhead, pressed bluntly against the boys entrance.

"We—" Rafe breaks off with a deep groan and lolls his head down, forehead pressed against the tree as he pants harshly. "Barry, we shouldn't, this is wrong."

"Is it?" Calloused hands come to grip the kooks slim hips just as Barry's kicking his legs further apart, choosing to yank him back instead of snapping forward, impaling Rafe on his sizeable prick. In a teasing tone, the dealer asks, "Does this feel wrong, baby?"

The kook is trying to keep a watchful eye on the opening of the maze, sure a group of unsuspecting strangers will stumble out and catch the two in the act, fucking against a tree like animals.

Only blue eyes can't help but flutter when Barry pulls out halfway and fucks back in deeper, causing Rafe to let out a cry into the otherwise quiet autumn evening.

Not the whistling wind or the faint sound of music in the distance can cover the obscene noises the two are making.

"You wanted this," accuses Barry, hunched over the boys slender form and grunting in his ear on every inward thrust. "Admit it, bitch, you pissed me off on purpose—"

Rafe insists, "No!"

"No? You're lying." Barry curls rough fingers around the boy's throat, effectively keeping Rafe pinned in place as a punishing pace is set. "You want that north side slut, Rafe? You gonna take her to midsummer's and invite her to Sunday dinner? Huh? That what you want, baby boy?"

Short, blunt nails reach back to dig into Barry's hip, latching on like a lifeline. "God, no, no—"

Pulling Rafe closer by his throat, the man spits, "No of 'course not, baby, you're too much of a cock whore. Right? Can't live without it?"

Bobbing his head dumbly in reply, Rafe's free hand flies between them to fist his own neglected cock, weeping precome like a faucet as Barry assaults the bundle of nerves inside him.

Barry prompts, "Tell me. Tell me you need it, Rafe, please—"

"I do!" whines the kook. "I love your big cock, love you!"

The absence of Barry's fingers digging into his throat isn't missed because the man wraps his large hand around Rafes and helps strip the boys prick, breathing heavily over his shoulder.

There's people coming—Barry hears the laughter first, and clocks the exact moment Rafe does, the boy tensing around him.

Tight rings of muscle flex around Barry's pulsating cock and it swells before he's flooding Rafe with warm, sticky come.

"Oh," moans Rafe at the sensation, eyes squeezing shut as Barry's guided masturbation brings him off too, shooting ropes of come against the dark wood of the tree.

Then it's a scramble for Barry to right then in time for the strangers to come around the corner, finding the two locked in an affectionate embrace but otherwise unsuspecting.

The walk back to the truck is peaceful, Rafe's hand in Barry's until they're within sight of the kook girl, who waves enthusiastically at the boy.

Only this time Rafe doesn't just wave back and continue on like the older man expected, instead the boy is turned to press a heated kiss to his boyfriends mouth.

Barry can't help but to glance back at the entry table, a sick satisfaction settling in his chest when he spots the obvious scowl on the bitches face.

[fizzing-imagines]

Vacation Pt. 2 | Army! Dom! Billy Hargrove x Sub! Reader

Notes: Currently working on Part 3, might take a while

Warnings: Usage of the word daddy, established Dom/sub relationship, alcohol usage, mention of violence

Words: 889

Billy groaned as the light hit his face. There was a pounding in his head, his clothes thrown in a messy pile next to the bed and his hands hurt like a bitch. Once he looked down, he saw that his knuckled were scrapped up and red. What the fuck happened last night?

You were nowhere to be found, but he saw a note next to his bed that read "Will be back soon xx". It calmed him to know that you left a note and went out on your free will. But it honestly only took five minutes until you returned. "Good morning.", you said in a happy, cheerful tone while walking through the door. He saw the Subway bag in your right hand along with gatorade in your left. "Mornin' baby.", he groaned out in a hoarse voice. "How do you feel?", you asked as you sat down next to him. The rustling of the plastic bag already hurt his head, but your voice made it much better. "Awful.", he admitted. You handed him a sandwich with a cookie and a gatorade. "Thank you, baby.", he mumbled while unpacking his food. You made sure to have as little fat as possible in his sandwich to not upset his stomach further. Billy noticed, and appreciated it so much.

"What happened last night? I've got a total blackout.", he asked before taking a bite of his food. "Well, we went to a club first, where you started drinking really quickly.", you started. There was a lasting smile on your face as you recalled last nights events. But Billy got embarrassment from those words alone. "So after that, we danced for a while, and then you bought more drinks." Billy couldn't even remembered ever drinking much alcohol in front of you. A beer or two, sure, but never as much as he seemingly did last night. "I drank a bit too, but I didn't like it very much." You took a bite of your food. "So, after that we went to the next best club we could find and danced some more. Then you ordered more alcohol, we met some nice people and went to another club they recommended with them." He started feeling a bit guilty, dragging you all across Las Vegas without you getting to experience any of the fun. Yet you were still smiling as you told him what had happened. "And when we left there, some guy on the sidewalk smacked my butt." Now his eyes went wide in disbelief. "He did what now?", Billy asked just to make sure he heard you right. "Well, did I do anything?" You nodded your head before taking another bite. He patiently waited for your response. "You punched him in the face, and then you punched him some more when he was on the ground." That would explain why his knuckles were scraped. "So I took you by the hand and made you run back to the hotel with me. And you have a lot of experience running from the cops for someone who's in the army." That last sentence was clearly meant in a teasing manner, and it worked. Billy felt guilty for letting you see him like that. "I'm sorry, baby.", he said quietly. You looked at him in confusion. "Daddy, it's okay.", you reassured him. "I had fun!" Billy looked up at you with a confused face. "You're really sweet when you drink. And you showed me off to everyone we met." You scooted closer to him and leaned your head against his shoulder. "I like when you tell strangers how much you love me." Christ, how were you still so sweet to him? "You're so innocent, I don't know how I can let you leave the house by yourself.", he joked before taking another bite of food. You chuckled at his comment. "I'm only innocent for daddy.", you replied. Billy knew that that was true. You looked up at him and his reddening eyes. "We'll have an off-day today, yeah?", you said to him. "Baby no, I couldn't let you stay here with me all day just because I don't feel well." He'd feel awful if you did. Last night was his fault and his decision, he should own up to it as well. "Oh no, it's okay. You got me a new friend on our way home yesterday, so I'm all good." He raised an eyebrow at you while you leaned over the side of the bed to look for something. Eventually, you came back up with a stuffed cat in hand. A big one, as tall as his upper arm, three times it's width and completely black with yellow eyes. "There's a claw machine down the road.", you said with a grin. Of course he'd get you a stuffed animal. You loved those things. "Did you name them already?", he asked with a small smile on his face. You shook your head no, there was something else going on yesterday night. "Maybe Mr. Kitty?", you suggested while looking at the cat. Billy smiled at your idea, thinking it was adorable. To be fair, everything's you did was adorable to him. "Mr. Kitty it is.", he said with a smile.

You, Billy and Mr. Kitty spend the rest of the day cuddling in bed.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

Prompt: Eddie realizing he has a big, fat crush on Steve before the upside down. Eddie swooning about his character development.

(decided to put the two together and created this atrocity)

Eddie Munson trying not to be a basic fucking bitch (and failing spectacularly)

aka

5 times Eddie denies having a crush on King Steve and + 1 time he can't anymore

Ao3

1.

Eddie Munson is a lot of things. If you ask most people in Hawkins, the first answer that comes (comes haha) to their mind will probably be "freak". Maybe "the dude who repeated the same year like 5 times" if they are feeling a bit more creative WHICH HE ALWAYS FINDS A BIT IRONIC BECAUSE IT WAS ONLY TWO TIMES AND MATHS IS ACTUALLY HIS BEST SUBJECT SO FUCK YOU TOO. Mayhaps even "satanic cult leader" if you go to the right places and the hypothetical person you are asking is particularly depressed over the knowledge that they will forever be stuck in this piece of shit that is more commonly known as Hawkins that day.

That is all to say that he is not "normal" or "boring" or god forbids "pleasant". In case you haven't noticed, Eddie Munson is weird. He is a weirdo. He doesn't fit in and, most importantly, he doesn't want to fit in. Have you ever seen him without badass eyeliner and rings (even including a replica of the ring)?! No. He can assure you that you haven't, because he'd rather hang himself on one of his guitar strings than allow that to happen. That's weird. So when he first notices your highness King Steve, he simply...doesn't.

His teachers always tell him that he is "so terribly obtuse" and "just refuses to know the simplest things"?! Well, jokes on you Angela, because he will be using this "stupidity" to its fullest potential now. Fuck you too.

No, his eyes do not automatically focus on popular jock Steve Harrington when he walks down the halls like every other girl in his vicinity because he is the self-proclaimed Hawkins freak, which means that he can't have the same taste as a fucking cheerleader. No, he does not care that Steve's hair looks ridiculously fluffy and he does not want to run his fingers through it and he does not give a fuck about his stupid perfect skin and even stupider stupid moles. If he needs forever to choose his outfit when he is going to the Harrington's in the weekend it is only because a rich clientele requires a little more effort, and if he very obviously stares when it is Steve's turn on the keg stand and beer is dripping down his body and his shirt rides up revealing a sliver of toned skin it is only because there is nothing else interesting to look at. Really, it's like watching a dissection - nothing other than vague curiosity and scientific detachment.

It is quite simple, actually. As long as he doesn't acknowledge that it is happening, it isn't. He is like Gandalf, but instead of smiting Balrogs he can keep living in a comfortable world where everything keeps it's natural order and the freak does not have a fucking embarrassing crush on stupid hot royalty.

2.

Sometimes Eddie really wishes his body was more into personality. Because having Steve spray paint "NANCY THE SLUT WHEELER" on the cinema should not fulfill all his bad boy fantasies (and it DOESN'T FUCK YOU HE IS GANDALF THE WHITE AND LIFE IS HIS CAMPAIGN SO IF HE SAYS THAT STEVE HARRINGTON ISN'T HOT HE FUCKING ISN'T)

He even considers inviting Nancy to Hellfire Club so he can pretend the heat that fills his body is righteous anger and not...something else. But she is a prissy and is probably going to be the valedictorian when she graduates without repeating even once - which is basically one of the unsaid prerequisites to join his awesome club and truly it's those losers that waste their time actually studying that are really missing out and he feels sorry for them - so he doesn't.

(But he did consider it for a second, which is a thought that is scary enough on its own. So maybe the BBEG in his next campaign is an obnoxious Type-A Half-Goblin who always carries stupidly thick books around to seem smarter than she really is. He never said he wasn't petty.)

3.

This is a grandiose occasion. An event he didn't think he'd ever have the joy to see in his lifetime. A major shift in the world as everyone thought to know it. A-

"Don't you think you are exaggerating a bit?", Gareth The Traitor whose paladin will definitely be dying in the next campaign interrupts his riveting speech. Eddie jumps onto the table and leans forward until they are almost nose to nose. "Exaggerating? EXAGGERATING?! Gareth, bless your innocent little soul, JUST TAKE A FUCKING LOOK AT HIM"

The "him" in question is Steve "The Hair" Harrington. Although, if things continue the way they are he might have to change his moniker to "pathetic" or "Lucifer" (it has double meaning: one because he is one of the hellish dukes that do their best to turn this already shitty place into actual purgatory, and two: because he just had a very dramatic fall from grace of epic proportions - see he can do religious bullshit, he just refuses to parrot the homophobic nonsense his teachers keep spewing.)

He sees the jock table leer at its previously adored ruler in the least covert way possible and laugh in an obnoxiously fake fashion. They also seem a bit more pathetic, he thinks, without a king to guide them, someone to gravitate towards.

Steve "Lucifer" Harrington (no the name has nothing to do with the fact that Lucifer was supposedly one of the most beautiful angels fuck you fuck you fuck you) is - and Eddie can't believe he is currently saying this - a truly pathetic sight. The most pathetic wet little kitten to ever pathetic. If said kitten had also gotten his ass kicked by an even tinier kitten, which really only adds to the whole "pathetic" thing he's got going. The pitiful sight becomes even worse when Nancy fucking Wheeler (aka Nancillot the Odious) and that weird Byers kid she's started dragging around everywhere (who coincidentally is also the one who punched the fallen angel in the fucking face) arrive and Steve's eyes light the fuck up as if she hung not only the moon but also the sun and the stars and the whole fucking world while she was at it to boot.

(His smile is different. Less harsh and sharp and more genuine. It makes his face look... softer, even with the bruises that are still healing aAND HE DID NOT JUST THINK THAT NO NO SOMEONE IS MIND CONTROLLING HIM OR SOMETHING EVIL THOUGHTS I BANISH THEE BACK TO WHERE TOU CAME FROM)

"You are blushing", Gareth lies like a fucking liar, and Eddie is already looking forward to their next D&D session.

4.

He hates to admit it when he is wrong, but maybe Gareth was right. Maybe he was truly exaggerating a tiny bit the previous year, because it looks like a small stumble in comparison to whatever the fuck is going on now. It is the same image as last year, except so much fucking worse.

Whoever he pissed off this time makes what Byers did to him seem like a tender caress. He is still hanging out with Nancy (except that she is now his ex-girlfriend who cheated on him but he is obviously still in love with) and Jonathan Byers (except that he is the guy his ex-girlfriend cheated on him with and now her current new boyfriend). The jocks are still being obnoxious, but his throne has officially been taken over by a cruel new emperor who makes Steve look like an adorable yapping little puppy in comparison. Not that that is an especially challenging achievement at the moment.

Luckily he has Gareth, his trusted right hand man, to stop him from straying from the right path. Every time he catches him staring at the fallen god (which he only does out of schadenfreude and pity, of course) the other elbow checks him so hard he almost falls out from his chair. Gareth also looks very judgemental when he presents his new NPC, Sir Stefano the Great, the next campaign. But everyone else loves him so fuck Gareth.

(4.5

There is no 4.5 because Steve Harrington working in his slutty little sailor outfit simply does not exist. Steve Harrington? Disappeared from his mind as soon as he graduated. Sailors? Never heard of them, definitely doesn't sound kinky or anything. A sudden obsession with scoops ahoy? It is very hot and US Butterscotch is just very....delicious. (Steve Harrington in a slutty sailor uniform does not exist. Steve Harrington in as lutty sailor uniform can't hurt you)

It is worth every single overpriced dollar)

5.

Eddie really thought he had escaped him. The Hair graduated from Highschool and the mall where he worked burnt down and any Steve Harrington-related thoughts were extinguished with it.

Or that is what should have happened, if it wasn't for fucking Henderson. The first day of the year he looks at those sad-looking little faces and already knows that he will be guiding them through a-many adventures (while having a grand old time mercilessly murdering their characters.) The little shits are actually smart and will probably never have to repeat a single year, and even worse, one of them is a fucking basketball player. But they have a meeting about it and Eddie is systematically and democratically outvoted (which he takes in stride, he isn't a tyrannical ruler like some others. Fuck respect for the dead or whatever) and so they are allowed to join even though they break TWO of the unspoken rules.

And that would've been fine.

EXCEPT FOR THE PART WHERE THEY FORGOT TO MENTION THAT THEY ARE SOMEHOW FRIENDS WITH FUCKING STEVE THE KING HARRINGTON.

This mind-blowing fact is soon followed by the even more shocking revelation that a) King Steve apparently BABYSITS (don't think about that one too hard don't think about that one too hard) and b) the kids worship the fucking ground he walks on.

He would've thrown them out again for this heinous crime alone, but Henderson somehow has managed to crawl his way into the black rotten hole he calls his heart and the way the Wheeler kid keeps obviously trying to copy him is admittedly very flattering, so he doesn't (he is glad to see that that particular bloodline still has some hope.)

(No, Gareth, the reason has nothing to do with how 'he would have to kick himself from his own club' or some bullshit shut your lying little mouth. And yes, the fact that his sudden fascination with movies coincides with the day he found out Harrington is now working on Family Video is absolutely a mere coincidence. Fuck you. Better start working on a new character.)

+1

He was trying really fucking hard ok?!

Eddie Munson's list of achievements is laughably short in comparison to his failures, but if there is one thing he is proud of is that he is into boys but somehow managed to dodge the bullet that is having a crush on fucking Steve Harrington

(okay, maybe the bullet grazed him a little bit. Whatever. It barely counts.)

The worst part of this whole thing isn't being called a mass murderer. Or the way Chrissy's body twisted in ways it should not be able to before she died in his trailer. Or even the fucking monsters from another dimension that would love nothing more than take a bite out of him like some particularly gangly snack (something he would be very onboard with in most other situations) No, the actual worst thing is that Dustin is fucking right.

Steve does deserve to have the ground kissed he walked on - and he doesn't even need to take off his shirt for that (although it doesn't hurt.)

Before the bat he can still somehow talk himself out of it. So what if he ogles a bit when Steve takes off his shirt? It's not a fucking crime to have EYES, is it?! So what if he is in awe when Steve doesn't even hesitate before jumping into the same lake where a boy just died hours ago? He can admire another man's virtues without being in love with him or something. (Oh God please don't let him be in love with Steve fucking Harrison, he will never live this down.)

When they arrive in the Upside Down, Steve is dying. There are so many bats crowding around his body the boy himself is barely visible, and it is in that moment that he admits it.

He imagines a world where he doesn't try to catch a glimpse of that stupid floofy hair whenever he picks up the kids to drive them home. He imagines a forced customer-service smile instead of a flirty wink that gives way to an embarrassed apology when Steve realizes that long hair does not equal girl. He imagines barely having time to get to know the real Steve before he is just gone and is surprised at how much the thought hurts. 

It also helps when he BITES OFF THE BAT'S FUCKING HEAD LIKE OZZY OSBOURNE OR SOMETHING AND WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK THAT WAS SO METAL?!?!?!?!?!?! AND WHY THE FUCK DID HE THINK THAT A DIRTY SHIRTLESS STEVE WOULD SOMEHOW BE LESS WORSE THAN A DIRTY SHIRTLESS STEVE WEARING HIS BATTLE VEST?!

So yeah, he can finally admit it now. He is a fucking basic bitch and he does have a crush on Steve Harrington like everyone else who lives in Hawkins and is into boys and maybe Gareth was right and he has been into him for years. Fucking sue him.

[bunbeeplays]

The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 100 - Celeste and a Star

Ophelia hasn't been in the spotlight much lately, so she lost a bit of her progress towards her next celebrity ranking, but The Main Squeeze is debuting their latest song at the Lemon Drop tonight. Time to get back in the spotlight!

Meanwhile, Gemma's not sure how she feels about yogurt, so she's the one who's really struggling in this house.

Xander's seemed a bit off all morning.

Ophelia: Babe, you doing okay?

Xander: We spent all day yesterday working with Gemma on crawling and she's still not doing it yet. Do you think we're doing something wrong?

For a self-assured Sim, he's kind of a mess.

This game has great timing sometimes. As they're worrying about her development, Gemma hits another milestone: pincer grasp!

Ophelia: Xander, are you seeing this? She's never done that before!

Xander: That's my girl!

Ophelia: See, she's doing fine. She's going at her own pace.

Xander: Yeah, you're right. I just want her to be a top-notch infant.

Ophelia: Hitting milestones helps, but being well-loved and taken care of is what counts. We're killing it in that department!

Ophelia: You need a hobby that's not Gemma-related. I know fitness has been really good for you lately but what about something more creative?

Xander: Well, nectar-making is in the game now. I've always wanted to try it, but the Watcher never got around to downloading the mod…

A lot of Ophelia's friends come out to listen to their debut single! Lilith Pleasant wishes it was more emo apparently.

🎶And up until now, I had sworn To myself that I'm content with loneliness Because none of it was ever worth the risk Well, you are the only exception🎶

Everyone seems to be loving the new song! Especially this woman who Ophelia can't help but feel looks… familiar.

When Ophelia comes out of the bathroom, she bumps into the woman from the crowd.

Woman: Oh my gosh, you were amazing! You always said you wanted to make your dreams a reality and you did it! I'm so proud of you, girl.

Ophelia: Thank you… Do I know you?

Woman: It's okay, I look a little different than I did the last time you saw me. We were in debate club together… Monica Pierce would call us Fat Bitch and Gay Kid? Well, turns out I wasn't gay after all.

Ophelia: Oh my Watcher!

Ophelia: Look at you! You're stunning! Did you change your name?

Celeste: I go by Celeste now. I'm sure this is a bit of a shock.

Ophelia: Actually, a lot of stuff you'd say makes more sense now. Like how you liked boys but wanted to be 'the girl' in the relationship.

Ophelia hugs her old friend. She missed a lot since she moved away…

Ophelia: I never thought I'd see anyone from home again.

Celeste: Well, you should come visit!

Ophelia: Hehe, yeah…

As nice as it was to see her friend from high school, it does bring up memories…

Celeste: I gotta admit, for a while, I was really mad you just left for Britechester without saying goodbye, but once I saw you singing on FlipFlop, I couldn't hold a grudge. Your parents were always so hard on you, I couldn't blame you for leaving early.

Ophelia: Britechester?

Ophelia: What are you talking about? I didn't even go to University.

Celeste: What? When you didn't show up for graduation, I went to your house and asked your parents where you were and they told me you got accepted into Britechester for early admission.

Those sons of…

Ophelia: I CANNOT believe them. Celeste, my parents lied to you. They disowned me for pursuing a music career.

Celeste: WHAT?! Ophelia, I'm so sorry. Why didn't you reach out? My dad loved you, he would have let you stay with us. You could have gone to graduation!

Ophelia: I was humiliated… I wanted to leave my old life behind, but that never should have included you. I'm sorry, Celeste.

Celeste: Honey, it sounds like you've been through a lot. I'm sure you did what you had to to heal.

Ophelia: Yeah, it was a struggle, but a good one.

Ophelia: I can't believe they lied to you like that.

Celeste: It's not just me. They told everyone that. Last I heard, you were going to take over the firm soon.

Ophelia: WHAT?!

Celeste: Now that you're getting more famous, I don't think they can keep the lie up much longer.

Ophelia: I knew they were scum but I didn't think they'd stoop that low. Well, if you still like gossip as much as you did in high school, feel free to tell everyone you know the truth.

Celeste: Ooooh you know I will.

Ophelia: If it's okay with you, let's change the subject…

Ophelia: Look at that rock on your hand! Who's the lucky guy?

Celeste: His name is Christopher! We met at the tech startup we work for. And you just got married to the owner of this bar, right?

Ophelia: Yeah. I'm sorry I missed so much.

Celeste: Well, let's catch up!

Celeste and Christopher have two adopted children: Atlas and Orion. Ophelia shows her 8000 pics of Gemma.

As fun as it is to catch up with her old friend and learn about her new life since transitioning, Ophelia can't stop thinking about her parents and their audacity.

Ophelia: I want to stay in touch, okay? No more ghosting from me, I swear.

Celeste: I'd love that. This feels like old times.

Ophelia: All we need is Monica Pierce making fun of us.

Celeste: That basic bitch is in a failing pyramid scheme now. We should be making fun of her.

[fizzigigsimmer]

I saw one of those posts about Billy’s queer coding, and it got me thinking. What stood out to me as the most queer coded thing about Billy in the writing (I’m not talking about artistic choices here that lend to queer reading of the character though there are plenty) is that he has never canonically said one word to Nancy or even talked about Nancy to Steve that I can recall clearly.

My memory is a little hazy so it’s possible that Billy might have referred to her as “the princess” but I seem to remember Tommy being the one to do that and it’s quite possible I am contributing Tommy’s line to Billy because of fic. So I’ll just stand on the side of, to my memory Billy never talks abut Nancy to Steve directly. The only person I remember him talking about Nancy to was Karen, when he was buttering her up by pretending to mistake her for Nancy’s sister. Which, let’s pause there for a moment and establish that Billy didn’t hesitate to use Nancy to get what he wanted in the moment out of Karen, and that Billy showed he understood female vanity and how to make use of it. In other words he displayed a type of cunning.

So it’s pretty strange that Billy never uses the same cunning on Steve. Steve and Billy are supposed to be rivals. The surface narrative is supposed to be that Billy targets Steve in an alpha to alpha contest in order to take his spot in the male pecking order and the power seat of the school heiarchy. That's used to explain away the insane levels of intensity that he aims at Steve even when we might ask ourselves further questions about music, costuming, and coreography choices. And all of those artistic choices can be glossed over and brushed aside by this explanation (even if they shouldn't be) but then what can't be brushed aside is Billy's glaring lack of interest in Nancy, the girl in Steve's life.

Because this is just an unfortunate fact of male culture when you get down to the slimy lizard brain of it all. Women are an intricate part of male vanity and there is no “dominating” another male without in some way proving you mastery of the women around him. Whether that’s physically through your own virility or by demeaning the worth of the women themselves. Your mama, your girl, your sister, etc, she’s so fat, or I fucked her last night and she made me a sandwich. You get it and you’ve probably heard it all. Take a listen to any alpha dog podcast out there and you'll quickly see that it is full of incels who buy into the revenge fantasy that if they just learn the hidden art of unlocking women's brains they're gonna be able to roll up to club in a few months and fuck their high school bullies girl right in front of him and all of china. 😆

Women are so much a part of how males view their own status it gets weirder the longer you consider how absent women are from Steve and Billy’s power struggle beyond the surface level. Can you think of one other male rivalry that doesn’t in some meaningful way involve women, or a specific woman? And what I mean by meaningful is that while women aren’t completely absent from Billy’s arc, they are props and therefore their use is surface level. The girls who stare when Billy rolls up to school the first time are there to establish he's hot. I think they even literally say something to the effect of ‘that guy is hot’. Yes we see him drive off with a girl once and presumably preparing for a date one time, but that does little more than reinforce the idea in our minds that Billy is hot and he ‘gets bitches’. Which supports his rivalry narrative with Steve in a fashion, albeit a very lukewarm one. Unless the idea here is that we’re supposed to understand that Steve Harrington finds the mere presence of a hot dude who ‘gets bitches’ in no way connected to himself anywhere within a 10 mile radius deeply annoying to the point where he visibly has to fight not to retaliate. Which go ahead, say it. I know plenty of dudes who that would be 1000% true for.

But not only does the narrative not say that, it goes out of its way not to say the things it absolutely should be saying. They introduce a sexual storyline between Billy and Nancy’s mother, and divorce it to an island that Steve and Nancy don’t even know exists. If Billy were all hung up on crushing Steve’s manhood you’d think ‘I had your girls mom panting after me in her bathrobe' would be exactly the kind of ammunition he’d use. But he never peeps a word about it to anyone. And given the sketchy nature of that whole relationship, you can excuse his silence but then you'd think the writers would make up for it at some point with Billy taking aim at Nancy in some form or another. If the point of all of this is to be alpha then Billy actively choosing not to use the strongest weapon he has is just bizarre.

In fact Tommy is the one we see who leaps on the opportunity to display classic male dominance tactics at the first opportunity. It’s Tommy who crows about Billy breaking Steve’s records, and it’s Tommy who brings up Jonathan stealing Nancy in the showers. He's saying the very words Billy should be saying to grind down Steve's self esteem and reinforce that he's the stronger man etc. Billy is just standing there getting off on Steve getting wound up with the most quietly intense expression, only to tell him not to sweat it because he's pretty and he's sure to find someone else. With a bitchy parting shot for the road just to keep it spicy I guess. 😆 And yeah, that’s a choice I guess. The problem is it makes Billy passive at key points in achieving his expressed goal (King of the school, most alpha dude to ever alpha etc) when he shouldn’t be passive. That makes him interesting for damn sure, because it’s clear that he knows how to make people work for him and we all love a dude with mysterious depths, but therein lay the problem because there then has to be an underlining motivation within those depths besides the obvious. And interesting acting/writing choices aside, whatever their intent it is fundamentally odd to work outside of typical male behavior while executing a common trope and then never explain any of it.

Whether this was a cutting room accident or intention, the only time when Billy isn’t passive in his pursuit of his ambition to prove his dominance over Steve is when he gets to get inside Steve’s head and close to his body. And when he does attack Steve verbally, he doesn’t blast holes in his confidence by taking Steve’s ‘marks of status’ away or threatening to, as would be the norm. Billy breaks Steve’s record, but it’s unclear whether he even knew Steve was the previous record holder although it’s fair to assume. But notably, again it’s Tommy who brings it up. And funnily enough Tommy has to catch up to Billy to do it, because Billy’s chosen method of intimidating Steve was not to point out that he just took a status marker away from him, but to lock eyes with this guy who he hasn’t spoken a single word to yet and give all the signals that would normally lead to a physical fight. He signals ‘I’m in your face and I dare you to make me move’, but Steve doesn’t rise to the bait.

The next time they speak he does imply that he’s going to take Steve’s spot as captain, but considering we never see Billy showing any interest in basketball after this moment, or any kind of payoff to this threat, it plays like his true goal is trying to get the fight out of Steve he didn’t get at the party. ‘I heard you were king, but then you turned bitch’ reinforces that Billy is not really interested in anything in Hawkins outside of Steve himself. Rather than gloat and take pleasure from dethroning and beheading a conquered king, his goal seems to be drawing Steve’s focus to him and generating a clash. He’s literally craving the friction and the fury of the fight itself more than the spoils of winning the war. Which is all kinds of interesting. I also struggled to write that in a way that wasn’t sexual and I still think I failed. 😆 And when Billy invites Steve to push harder and give him some heat, Billy clearly enjoys himself. And his parting shot after spending an afternoon of growl and grind was to throw out some advice that would (as we see pay off later) better prepare Steve for their future power struggles.

At the Byer’s house, Billy engages in semi-civil conversation with Steve up until the moment it becomes clear that Steve is lying to him and the situation becomes skeevy. And again all the taunts we hear from him are strictly personal and draw Steve’s focus to whatever is happening between them, and not what Billy stands to take away from him. It’s not, ever ‘I’m gonna make sure everyone sees what a punk ass weak ass bitch you are Steve’ 😂 as it probably should be. It’s, ‘I’m disappointed Steve. Fight me Steve. Show me what you’ve got Steve. Steve plant your feet. Steve bring the fire!’ <<< See the difference?

All of this is why whenever I try and break Billy down to get a better understanding of him I’m left with he’s either got intense repressed homosexual feelings, the worst writers syndrome, or intense psychological damage. Which honestly, I wouldn’t rule out a single one.

[mariacallous]

Sidney Dillon. Conglomateur, adviser to Presidents, an old flame of Ina’s. I remember once picking up a copy of what was, after the Bible and The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Ina’s favorite book, Isak Dinesen’s Out of Africa; from between the pages fell a Polaroid picture of a swimmer standing at water’s edge, a wiry well-constructed man with a hairy chest and a twinkle-grinning tough-Jew face; his bathing trunks were rolled to his knees, one hand rested sexily on a hip, and with the other he was pumping a dark fat mouth-watering dick. On the reverse side a notation, made in Ina’s boyish script, read: Sidney. Lago di Garda. En route to Venice. June, 1962.

“Dill and I have always told each other everything. He was my lover for two years when I was just out of college and working at Harper’s Bazaar. The only thing he ever specifically asked me never to repeat was this business about the governor’s wife; I’m a bitch to tell it, and maybe I wouldn’t if it wasn’t for all these blissful bubbles risin’ in my noggin—” She lifted her Champagne and peered at me through its sunny effervescence.

“Gentlemen, the question is: why would an educated, dynamic, very rich and well-hung Jew go bonkers for a cretinous Protestant size forty who wears low-heeled shoes and lavender water? Especially when he’s married to Cleo Dillon, to my mind the most beautiful creature alive, always excepting the Garbo of even ten years ago (incidentally, I saw her last night at the Gunthers’, and I must say the whole setup has taken on a very weathered look, dry and drafty, like an abandoned temple, something lost in the jungles at Angkor Wat; but that’s what happens when you spend most of a life loving only yourself, and that not very much). Dill’s in his sixties now; he could still have any woman he wants, yet for years he yearned after yonder porco. I’m sure he never entirely understood this ultra-perversion, the reason for it; or if he did he never would admit it, not even to an analyst—that’s a thought! Dill at an analyst! Men like that can never be analyzed because they don’t consider any other man their equal. But as for the governor’s wife, it was simply that for Dill she was the living incorporation of everything denied him, forbidden to him as a Jew, no matter how beguiling and rich he might be: the Racquet Club, Le Jockey, the Links, White’s—all those places he would never sit down to a table of backgammon, all those golf courses where he would never sink a putt—the Everglades and the Seminole, the Maidstone, and St. Paul’s and St. Mark’s et al., the saintly little New England schools his sons would never attend. Whether he confesses to it or not, that’s why he wanted to fuck the governor’s wife, revenge himself on that smug hog-bottom, make her sweat and squeal and call him daddy.