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i love alex diaz and he is so much more than what they did with him in the movie :/
#i enjoyed the movie as a rom com#but iâm just thinking about this#like not only bi panic but#his anxiety and#him not feeling like he had any friends#THE FUCKING IF I DIE OF AIDS PIC#like taylor was perfect for him#and he really embodied alex#but we didnât get to see what make alex alex#megan talks#rwrb spoilers
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ANDREW GARFIELD and FLORENCE PUGH for Bustle.
â'Ultimately, itâs a story about choosing the life we want for ourselves and making the most of the time we have." Bustle cover stars Andrew Garfield and Florence Pugh on their once-in-a-lifetime love story âWe Live In Timeâ - in theaters NY/LA today, nationwide October 18.â
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#andrew garfield#florence pugh#the best fictional couple and the best pair of friends off the screens and only my opinion matters#best couple#i love them#they're so beautiful#bi panic#they are definitely very cool together#they're so much fun#i would watch the two together indefinitely#his smile is everything#he's so fucking beautiful#they're so adorable#she so pretty#look at him#he looks so good#we live in time#every minute counts#like đđđ#released#the press tour of we live in time will be explosive#almut & tobias#tobias and almut#press tour#bustle#photoshoot#tasm peter parker#sincericida
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thinking about how last year I went to pride with my gay flag around my shoulders and identifying a bear cub exclusively attracted to men and mascs and now I'm going to pride in two days (on my birthday no less) identifying as a bear cub AND a butch bi lesbian boy/fagdyke. Abrosexuality is so wild. I wonder what it'll be next year.
#It's honestly wild to me how much things have changed#It was literally two days after pride wearing that flag all day that I was looking through Tumblr#And came across a couple hot butches#And felt myself panic bc of how attracted I was to them#And then I looked at the men I was thirsting for ONLY A COUPLE DAYS BEFORE#And was like âeh would be better if they were chicks about itâ like WHAT#I honestly didn't want to identify as a lesbian even tho the ONLY people I was into for months were butches and studs#I thought I was being transphobic to trans men and MYSELFđđđ#But I've done a lotttt of reflection and a lottt of reading and learning#Leslie Feinberg and Audre Lorde were my saviors at that time#And now as an abro butch lesbian I can pretty confidently say if next year I'm gonna be a romance repulsed agender person#Or a pansexual gender fluid person#Or anything else in the future#I'll be okay#I was already okay#But I've grown and I'll process it better I think#Anyways happy early pride and early birthday to meeee#lesbians#bi lesbian#butch lesbian#lesbian man#masc lesbian#mspec lesbian#transmasc lesbian#gay#mspec gay#lesboy#gaybian#boy dyke#Abro lesbian
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petition for russell and albon to start dating alr so we can have lily and carmen to ourselves, please and thank you
#lily and carmen are so for the girls#a girl can only bi panic for so long guys have mercy#russell would say the stupidest most british shit ever and albon would look at him like he's hung the stars please#bet russell's coming out would be a powerpoint presentation#alex albon#george russell#formula 1#f1
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I took Puppy to my bed for cuddles knowing he wasnât a fan but it usually work for like 2 minutes then he wants to leave but this time he had a crisis and vomit in my hair (and pillow) thank god it was just water đ
#he just drank plus he probably panic a little and it ended like that đ„Č#okay buddy understood no cuddles in bed anymore ckbdjdjd#heâs fine do not worry it lasted not even a minute and it took a bi of air outside#but itâs almost 1pm so I need to eat before I take a shower đ jfbsjd#again thank god itâs only water ckdbjd#and I was already planning on washing my blanket and all#alex.txt
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AUGH! My town only has ONE teeny-tiny piddly bookstore. Half of the books are about racism, the other half are about psychology. The music is perverse. I want to go book shopping so badly, but in the entire area we have no used bookstores. HELP!
#we have a giant book sale bi-annually#but that is no help to me nowwwwwww#i am in despair#I found reviews for what seemed like the best bookshop ever only to discover that it went under during the panic over covid#so much of everything in my area DIED during the panic#and there is only walmart and target left#and I am pining#i want to go to tiny craft shops#and coffee shops#and book shops#but the only thing we have is antique stores#we have no restaurants--only fast food joints and bars#my area is so so so so culturally dead#the empty husks of local businesses taunt me as i drive through town#no yarn store any more#the old bookshop died#the health store is hanging on by a thread#no diners left#the ice cream place closed#we only have cooperate businesses and a few bars
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everyone in my house is shit at communicating cause we're all autistic and both of my parents were raised in homes where no one talked to each other ever so that's fun.
#like i have a great family#my parents are like super supportive of me#my dad is the biggest ally ever and my mom is bi#and like cause we're all autistic (and probably adhd except for my mom) they're good with that stuff#but like they're shit at dealing with anything mental health related#a few weeks back when we were in the states we went to see a family friend#and my brother freaked out cause he was nervous#like he had a full on panic attack#and my parents were terrible at dealing with it#they legit made him feel worse#i'm the only one in this household who can actually deal with mental health stuff#and the only one who can ever admit i need help#except to my parents who are shit at talking about mental health cause they make it weird#my mom (and her entire side of the family) won't admit she needs therapy cause her childhood was fucked up#i've been trying to force her into therapy lol#atp i'd be a decent therapist for her
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just remembered the mermaid dungeon, what am i supposed to be doing w the genderbend AU there (sound of crying)
#mimin trying to write#this is why this is one of the most benign straight stories ive ever read#it just passively assumes that everyone is straight#anw im leaning towards ailett simply not being affected bc she doesnt rly identify as a man or woman by this point her gender is a mess#but how am i supposed to handle everyone else's reactions. lol#and i assume that ailett wouldnt take the chance of asssuming that he isnt affected#but hows he supposed to negotiate w the mermaids if he cant hear..............#on the floor#guess ill invent a new dungeon that drops an item that lets it happen. shrug#or buy smthing from the transmigrator's store. idk#nah but the idea that mermaids' charm only works on a certain gender is ridiculous like im sure sapphics would lose it as well#bi panic: you cannot go dungeon hunting bc you Will lose it to any of these kinds of creatures#ephael being disappointed at the dream demon kind of vibes
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how to gently ask my friend why he feels so strongly against some characters being queer
#maybe it's just. how he sees them genuinely#but. the near panic he seems to have over it sometimes feels a little like internalized homophobia#the fact that the two characters we have now gotten in an argument over it about have been like. older and more masc implies things for me#like he's bi so i don't want to question him about his own sexuality#but he is also generally only attracted to more fem people#and it feels like. he's got some internalized need to have femininity in there for it to be queer#idk. this is just me venting some speculation#i need to talk to him about it but didn't have my thoughts in order enough today#it just always makes me feel weird when i say a headcanon about a character being queer in some way only for him to be vehemently opposed#like??? sorry i'm into older guys??? and if i think a character is hot or project on them i'm gonna view them as queer???#am i willing to genuinely discuss a character's sexuality beyond my own personal perception? yes. but not if it's just a complete shut down#'no this character can't possibly be queer in any way' is not a discussion#words.exe
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Side effect of reading fanfiction with ships is it gets me thinking about relationships and never having been in one.
Side effect of reading fanfiction about queerplatonic relationships is it gets me thinking about that's not a term I've ever seen outside of english and I'm not sure it's something that exists in french and that's what I would like for myself but I can't express it and unless I spend my whole life in a long distance relationship or people are ready to move to france, I'm staying single all my life alright (it's a job thing because my sector sucks everywhere but it sucks a little less in France so leaving my country would actually be a big decision)
#it is almost 1AM so I'm not surprised the sadness is back#but reading fanfics about aspec characters and how softly and nicely it was treated and how accepting and open it was treated#makes me wish I could have that in my life though I know it's never happening#the puzzle of labels makes it hard to navigate I try not to think about it too much cause it gets pointless the more you do#but I know what I don't want for starters BUT having never been in a relationship how can I really know ? Like sometimes I wonder if I'm ar#or if it's just that I've never been in a relationship#Ok so guess tonight's tumblr post is my little mental confessional#also being ace and trans and bi makes it pretty hard to talk about that kind of stuff with anyone really#even though my friends talk about girls super often#and the only one who knows about some of these labels that make everything hard to deal with well...I don't feel like talking about that to#him alone cause I hate talking about myself to someone for too long cause I feel super self centered and it makes me panic#Cause family used to tell me to stop talking about stuff I liked or me cause it made me sound like I thought I was the center of everything
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ANDREW GARFIELD and FLORENCE PUGH for Bustle.
Read the article, because he is wonderful.
#andrew garfield#florence pugh#the best fictional couple and the best pair of friends off the screens and only my opinion matters#best couple#i love them#they're so beautiful#bi panic#they are definitely very cool together#they're so much fun#i would watch the two together indefinitely#his smile is everything#he's so fucking beautiful#they're so adorable#she so pretty#look at him#he looks so good#we live in time#every minute counts#like đđđ#released#the press tour of we live in time will be explosive#almut & tobias#tobias and almut#press tour#bustle#photoshoot#article#gif#tasm peter parker#sincericida
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⧠Logan Howlett x reader x Storm
⧠summary: Storm and Logan are both hopelessly crushing on you. When they realise that they both like you, they get into a silent competition about who can win you over first⊠until they realise there might not be a need to make you choose; or: You have a threesome with Logan and Storm
⧠warnings: smut 18+, threesome, oral, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv sex, creampie, liiittle bit of ass play, use of dildo between reader and Storm, I think those are the main things, reader is sub-ish and Logan and Storm are more dominant, reader gets called baby, good girl, princess, pretty girl, bub, nothing happens between Logan and Storm btw because Iâm a jealous bitch, reader is shy and a bit awkward, this is definitely mostly porn but romantic feelings are implied too, reader is bi, talking about coming out, but reader is in denial about her crush on Storm and also on Logan bc sheâs oblivious and a lil insecure tbh, mention of being drunk, theyâre all mutants but it doesnât rlly come up, Logan is taller than the reader, the part leading up to the smut is a little unserious lol theyâre all just whipped but yeah itâs kind of a different fic from my prev Logan ones idk itâs more just fun for the first part; also alternative title is BOAF but I didnât know how many people would get that lol
⧠word count: oh. umm 11k (the main smut is 4k at the end if you wanna skip to that loll Iâve put a divider (stars) so you know when it starts, you donât necessarily need to know the backstory)
⧠note: Recently watched X-Men 1 for the first time (yeah i know) and these two are literally the definition of bi panic whaaaatttttt + also I called her Storm and not Ororo(?) because Iâve only watched X Men 1 where they just call her Storm so thatâs the only way Iâm familiar with her, so yeah idk if anyone else wants this combination of characters but i def do so <33
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Youâre focussed as you do your daily stretches, completely oblivious to Storm and Logan watching you from the other side of the gym.Â
They stare as you bend down into downward dog and you make a little exhausted noise at the stretch. Logan almost flinches with how good it feels to hear it; with his enhanced senses itâs as if youâre moaning right into his ear.
Stormâs eyes trail up your legs, over your pink gym set that clings to you in all the right places. She watches a pearl of sweat slide down your belly â she wishes she could lick it off your skin. Logan thinks about making you sweat more if he finally gets you in his bed one day.
He clears his throat after you slide down to your knees, arch your spine and let out a little contented sigh at the welcome stretch. A movement to his right catches Loganâs eye. Storm is standing right next to him, hands on her hips, mirroring his own position.
Is she here to stare at you too? Not that thatâs what heâs doing. He was training here himself and was done a few minutes after you got here. Resting his eyes is part of the cooldown â you just so happen to be in his view.
âYou training today?â Logan breaks the silence.
âTrained earlier this morning,â Storm answers, folding her arms, âWhatâre you doing here?â She sounds almost accusatory.
âJust finished my workout. Making sure sheâs fine with the weights.â Their eyes drift to you, still stretching.
âShe said she might use weights later,â Logan adds, averting his eyes.
The only thing Logan doesnât like about his little crush on you â if you can even call it that â (you can definitely call it that) is that it sometimes makes him nervous, even if just a little. Youâre so sweet and so shy and youâre usually oblivious to his flirting. Heâs not used to that.
âAha,â Storm nods with suspicion and slowly walks out of the gym.
Logan sighs a breath of relief and hopes you didnât hear any of that. He stops himself from looking at your cute little gym outfit again and leaves to shower.
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Later that day, Storm knocks at your bedroom door, âIâve made lunch if you want some.â
Her voice is so angelic, you think, and you briefly wonder if thatâs a normal opinion to have about your friend. Itâs not just her voice, but those pretty lips her voice comes out of â just from woman to woman. She has nice lips. That can totally be a platonic compliment.
You realise sheâs waiting for you to answer as you just stare at her gorgeous, gorgeous face â okay, maybe you do like her as more than a friend.
âThatâs so sweet of you, Iâll come join you,â you put on a high-pitched platonic voice.
Youâre sitting down at the table getting your plates ready â Storm made your favourite food, said she was just craving the taste today â when Logan comes in.Â
âBrought my own lunch, thought I could join you?â He asks but doesnât wait for an answer, sitting down next to you.Â
âWhat if you canât?â Storm says, an eyebrow raised, though playfully.Â
âAnd what would your explanation be?â
âWe need girl time.â
Youâre looking between them with wide puppy eyes. Youâre not sure if theyâre being playful after all. Their faces soften when they look at you.
âMaybe Logan can stay for lunch and weâll go to your room later?â you suggest, âWe can have a sleepover tonight.â
Stormâs face lights up, âGood idea.â You miss the smirk she gives Logan, who then huffs.Â
Logan takes off his leather jacket. Youâre sure thatâs just your mind playing tricks on you but it almost looks as if heâs doing it deliberately slowly, showing off his big, defined arms. Youâre drooling like a dog.
He reaches across the table and your eyes stay glued to his triceps until you hear your name.
âWhat?â
Logan smiles down at you, âI asked if you could pass the salt.â
You swallow and nod, eyes searching for the salt, but Storm gets there before you. She firmly presses the salt shaker into his hand, and his arm is gone from in front of your face. You resist the urge to pout.
A moment later though, Logan reaches out for the pepper himself, âSorry, just needaâŠâ He fumbles with the shaker across the table. This time his arm is angled differently and your eyes land right on one of those delicious veins on his skin.Â
Storm is kind enough to pass him the pepper too, but this time you think you audibly sigh with frustration when Logan pulls his arm back to his body. You focus on eating instead of panicking about whether either of them heard that.
Storm swallows down her jealousy after watching you mesmerised by Loganâs arms for what felt like an eternity with no idea how obvious you were being.
She finishes her glass of water and gets up to get more. She looks at Logan as she walks to the sink. Two can play this game.
With her back turned to the both of you, Storm undoes the top two buttons of her shirt and places the pendant of her necklace right between her breasts. When she sits back down, she leans her elbow on the table and pushes her forearm right against the side of her tits. Your eyes are immediately drawn to them like a honeybee to a flower.
Storm bites back a smirk. She remains silent so as not to pull your attention away from her cleavage. She wants you to get lost there as long as you need to.
Logan rolls his eyes at her and asks you to pass some food from across the table, pulling you out of your trance.
You see the next exchange of looks between the two of them â their eyes do all the talking. You look away and realise⊠are they flirting? You thought they were mad at each other, having a silent argument, but now you think you might have been wrong. Theyâre teasing each other.Â
You canât decide if you should be jealous or turned on. Theyâre the two people you have a crush on â again, platonic crushes, obviously. If they got together, in whatever way, at least theyâd make a hot couple for you to stare at. But youâd also be devastated that itâs not you who gets to be with either of them.
A quiet sound catches your attention â Stormâs fingernail against her necklace, the necklace thatâs nestled right between her breasts. You briefly wonder if sheâs trying to get Loganâs attention with it, but in that moment you donât feel jealous. You just appreciate whatâs in front of you.
With your elbow perched on the table, youâre leaning your head against your hand, and you notice too late that your arm is sliding off the table. You gasp when your head loses its support and you sit up quickly, gaze pulled away from Storm.
Heat blooms on your face and you lift your glass of water to your mouth to cool yourself down. But the picture of Stormâs perfect boobs lingers in your mind and you spill half of the water. It rolls down your neck and to your chest, and before you can even consider drying off, Stormâs holding a folded up napkin to your skin, patting from your collarbones to the neckline of your low-cut top.Â
âAwh, there you go,â sheâs done patting you dry and gives you a reassuring smile. Your nipples get hard at the close contact. You hope she doesnât notice.
You hear a scoff from Logan. Maybe he got something stuck in his teeth. Or maybe itâs directed at you and Storm.
âThanks, Storm,â you smile your sweet smile and finish your meal.Â
But youâre not oblivious to whatâs going on between them â the looks theyâre giving each other â and you donât know if you like it yet. Not that your opinion matters, sadly.
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You bring your own pillow to Stormâs bedroom that night for your sleepover, but sheâs got her bed made up all comfy with more pillows than you could need.
âDidnât know how many you needed,â Storm tells you from in front of her mirror, âIâm so happy weâre doing this. We havenât had any alone time in so long. Been so busy.â
Sheâs braiding her hair for the night, hair pulled to one side as she curls the bottom of her strands around her finger, her beautiful neck now exposed. You think about falling to your knees and begging for just one touch. Maybe draw your finger across her skin, or better yet â your lips. The way friends do.Â
Itâs between the first and second film that you decide to finally say something. You were going to ask her during a boring scene of the romcom you just watched but it suddenly turned into a sex scene. You did your best to seem unbothered and tried to move naturally, scratching your head and flexing your wrist. Youâre not sure if it worked.
âSoo,â you turn to your side to face Storm as the credits play, âYou and Logan?â
You reach into the bag of gummy bears between you and Storm, attempting to seem nonchalant, as if her answer wonât affect you.
She looks a little panicked, and youâre afraid you know what her answer is going to be.
âWhat about us?â she asks.
You give her a suggestive look but she waits for you to say it.
âWell, is there something going on between you two? I felt like you were flirting during lunch.â
âNo, not at all,â she says almost too quickly, âWeâre just friends, if that.â
âReally? Youâd make an attractive couple.â
She lowers her voice, âWeâre really not into each other like that.â You believe her, and withhold your big breath of relief.
âAnd anyway, I prefer women,â she adds.
âReally? I mean, yeah, I thought you might. I wasnât sure. I do too, by the way. Well, I like everyone. I mean not everyone obviously but I like all genders. Not that thatâs relevant.â
Storm smiles at you sweetly and puts a soft hand on your wrist. âOf course itâs relevant. Iâm glad you trust me enough to tell me.â
You giggle nervously, âOf course. I trust you more than anyone in this house.â
Stormâs heart swells in her chest.
You continue, âWell, and Logan obviously.âÂ
Oh.
Obvious, is it?
Well, Storm can work with that.
She picks an incredibly gay film next. She didnât do it on purpose. She just happened to see the film on Netflix. Sure, perhaps she chose it because there were two women in the picture, but she genuinely wasnât aware how much sex was in the film.
Youâre squirming beside her, even more than during the straight romcom you just watched, and it drives her crazy. Sheâs just better at hiding it, but sheâs turned on too. She wishes she and Logan hadnât fought over your attention during lunch; if you hadnât thought that there was something going on between them you might have been ready for more tonight. But she ignores her desire for you, holding her arm tightly as she presses her nails against her skin to relieve some pressure.
When the film is over, Storm tells you how she realised she likes women. When she was little, she had a crush on her babysitter, and ever since then she just knew. You grow bashful when she asks you for your story.
âUh, Halle Berry as Catwoman? That did it for me,â you tell her as your cheeks heat up. Storm only vaguely remembers the film, but she still has in mind that all of her friends told her that the main character looked like her.Â
Itâs not that she didnât know you were attracted to her before, but that solidifies it. Now she just has to get rid of Logan.
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Storm is busy the next day and you miss her presence the entire morning. You woke up before her, your hands still intertwined from when you fell asleep like that, and â like a fucking loser idiot â you imagined what it was like to be her girlfriend and wake up next to her every day.
Now that you know she doesnât like Logan, you can fantasise about being with her again without the jealousy looming underneath if he got her before you. And she didnât just say she wasnât attracted to him (which is crazy) but that theyâre both not into each other (which is crazy of Logan). Both of your crushes are safe.
You decide to try out a new stretching routine to distract yourself from how much youâre missing Storm, your bestie who has no idea how much you like her. The positions are nothing you canât do, but theyâre definitely more challenging than your usual.
Loganâs not expecting to see you when he enters the gym; youâre not normally here at this time.
âHi,â he says. Your head is between your legs as youâre bent upside down. He crouches down to smile at you from between your thighs.
You grin, standing up to turn towards him to say hello.Â
âYâneed some help?â He asks. Itâs more of a rhetorical question, heâs being polite.
âActually, thereâs this stretch I canât get into. I think I should be able to do it, but I just need someone to help push me there.â
Logan huffs out a laugh. This is like the porn he plays in his head every night with you and him in the starring roles. âOf course. Where do you want me?â
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Itâs even better than he could have dreamed. He thought youâd need him to hold your hands and pull to add some resistance, but now youâre bent over in front of him and heâs pushing you into a stretch like a pervy gym instructor.Â
You keep letting out these little huffs every time you ask Logan to push you further. They sound awfully close to moans. His knee is pressing into the back of yours like you asked him to but you keep asking for more.
He changes up his position, standing behind you fully. If he moved even an inch forward youâd feel his cock pushing against your ass. Logan would usually feel like heâs taking advantage with all the thoughts running through his mind about little innocent you but youâre the one arching even further into him.
He thanks himself for his level of self control and how he manages not to get hard with your pretty ass pressed up against him. It fuels the animalistic side of him and he wants nothing more than to fuck you right here, right now.
It was obvious that you were attracted to him before, but with the way youâre pushing back against his crotch makes him realise that itâs far from innocent.
âThank you, that felt really good,â you tell him when you stand back up, losing balance after hanging your head upside down for so long. You use Loganâs chest to brace yourself, palms against the hard muscles there. His hands fly to your waist as he makes sure youâre alright. You nod shyly and, with another quick thanks, quickly make your way to your bathroom.
Heâs got you. Now he just has to get rid of Storm, and sheâs really good with you.
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You check in Stormâs room after a long shower, but sheâs still out. You find Logan in the kitchen; heâs looking through the almost empty cabinets.Â
âWanna go shopping?â
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You didnât think grocery shopping could turn you on, but everything Logan does makes you want to rip off his clothes.Â
The little things fuel your crush in more heart-warming ways. Like how he picks all your favourite foods, holds the package up to you to ask for approval and places them into the cart that heâs pushing along with one hand as if itâs not full to the brim.Â
Heâs got it all down even to the most obscure snacks you like. Itâs sweet that he remembers and it makes you as dizzy as you felt during your sleepover with Storm. Itâs not like you really have a chance with either of them, if youâre being honest with yourself, so youâre fine liking them both.
But itâs his touch that drives you crazy.Â
Youâre trying to reach a snack on the top shelf. Youâre on your tiptoes and your fingertips are only an inch or so away from it. Just when youâre about to give up, you feel two strong hands on your waist, lifting you that tiny bit with no effort at all.Â
âThere you go,â Logan smiles down at you, taking the package from you and putting it in the cart. Your body still buzzes with the sparks of his touch.Â
Youâre not very helpful for the rest of the shopping trip. All youâre doing is staring at him. You almost fall to your knees when he reaches up to the top shelf and his shirt lifts a bit. You think seeing even just a tiny sliver of his abs might be the highlight of your day, until you remember how he was pushed up against you during your stretches earlier.Â
God, youâre so into him.Â
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Storm finds Logan as soon as she gets home. She hasnât had a chance to talk to him since your revelation yesterday yet.
âSheâs in her bedroom,â Logan tells Storm when she comes in, assuming sheâs looking for you.
âI need to talk to you,â she crosses her arms, âShe told me yesterday that she thinks weâre into each other.â
Logan cringes, âWhat, us two? Is she blind?â
âApparently. I told her that itâs not like that but I donât know if she believed it. She thought we were flirting with each other at lunch the other day instead of with her.â
âAlright, we just need to stop making it so obvious weâre fighting over her. Letâs just not get in each otherâs way and sheâll choose whoever sheâll choose.â
âYeah,â Storm agrees.
Logan smiles, âI canât believe that stunt you pulled when she spilled the water. I mean, come on, that was so unfair, I canât just press a napkin to her tits.â
She laughs, âOkay Mister Bicep, we both have our benefits.â They smile at each other.
Storm huffs, and reluctantly admits: âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your abs.â
âI wish she looked at me the way she looks at your chest.â
Theyâre standing next to each other now, staring at nothing, consumed by thoughts of you. Theyâre so into you.
âWhen did you realise you like her?â Storm asks.
âI donât remember an exact moment but itâs just, her gorgeous fucking face. And her whole clumsy thing just does it for me, I donât know.â
âI like it too. Sheâs so adorable when she gets all awkward.â
âIt makes me want to fuck her so bad,â they say at the same time, then laugh quietly.
Logan clears his throat, âNot to be crude but Iâd fuck all that nervousness out of her.â
âMe too. Until sheâs so exhausted she canât even begin to overthink anything.â
They exchange a look â this is getting too heated.
âMay the best one win,â Logan concludes, and with a last nod at each other, they both leave the kitchen.
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Itâs a mutual friendâs birthday that week, and all three of you are going to the party.
Youâre walking to your room the evening of the party, and Logan opens his bedroom door just as youâre walking past it.
âHey, you got a minute?â Logan asks, âI need help with my outfit.â
You smile. Itâs an excuse to stare at Logan, of course youâll help.
He changes his shirt about five times â even though there are only two that he canât decide between. But every time he changes his top, there are a few seconds in which heâs half naked â his muscular, hairy, gorgeous chest and abs exposed, with that thick happy trail reminding you why itâs called that â and you forget all about what the previous shirt looked like.
You watch him change yet another time, quietly sighing to yourself because at some point you have to decide. You watch him button up his shirt and let your eyes roam over the lower part of his body.Â
His trousers are hugging his legs so deliciously, they must be tailored. And that sexy belt he always wears keeps sparkling with the reflection of the light, as if youâre not staring at his crotch enough anyway.
âSo this one?â Logan asks.Â
âY-yeah,â you nod, as if he doesnât look equally good in both shirts anyway.Â
âWhat do you think of the material?â He asks. You smile, getting up to feel it.Â
You place your hand on the side of his arm, trailing down it, feeling his muscles while you pretend to be feeling the shirt.Â
âI like how it feels,â Logan says, looking down at himself and rubbing his fingers over his clothed chest. You follow, bringing your palm to his collarbone to trace his body, from his chest to his lower abs.Â
âIt does feel nice,â you say. Itâs a normal dress shirt, made from whatever material theyâre usually made of, but with the warmth of Loganâs body itâs one of the best things youâve ever felt.Â
Distracted by his body, you donât realise Logan looking down at you, tracing your every feature with his eyes. He can practically see the water pooling in your mouth, and he doesnât need his enhanced senses to know that you want him in this moment.Â
He clears his throat and it makes you lose your balance, gripping Loganâs shirt to steady yourself as his hands fly to your waist.Â
âCareful, bub,â he smiles and you feel the heat on your cheeks. How can this man make you stumble without even moving?
âAre you gonna wear a tie?â you ask quietly â you canât trust your voice right now.Â
âIâve got one here,â Logan passes it to you. He feels like a tie might be a bit too formal for a birthday, but he wonât stop you from staying close.Â
You go on your tiptoes to drape the tie around his neck, nervously fiddling with the fabric. âActually, uh, I donât know how to tie a tie,â you admit, giggling at your own words.Â
âThatâs okay, bub, Iâll show you.âÂ
You donât retain any information as Logan helps you with his tie, guiding your fingers with his big, warm hands over yours.Â
Your breaths intertwine from standing so close, and you donât even realise that youâre on your tiptoes again, trying to get as close to Logan as possible.Â
You know that he can hear how fast your heart is beating, but when his tie is on and you smooth it down against his chest, you feel his own heart beating wildly against his ribcage.Â
Logan looks into your eyes, a soft smile on his lips, and you know whatâs going to happen. Youâre about to kiss.Â
He gently places his hand on the side of your face, leaning in.Â
Just when your lips are about to touch, you hear Storm calling out your name from the hallway.Â
âUh, Storm was gonna do my make-up,â you stutter, Loganâs hand still on your face. He silently drops it and smiles sadly, âyeah,â he says.Â
He moves back to stand in front of the mirror, taking the tie off again, âThink this is too much.â
You nod, âyeah. Sure. Iâll see you later.â
You walk out of Loganâs room with a weird feeling, but as soon as you get to Stormâs room itâs like nothing just happened.Â
It smells so good in her bedroom, a mix of her perfume and hair products and her clean bed sheets. She smiles at you, patting the bed for you to sit next to her.Â
You close the door behind you, creating a space for just the two of you. It always feels like that when youâre with her, even when there are other people around. Except for Logan maybe; heâs the only one who can get in without even trying â but itâs still different when itâs really just the two of you.Â
Youâre immediately lost in the world of beautiful Storm as she presents to you her outfit for the night; it fits her every curve and contour and you briefly wonder how you could ever think of her as nothing more than a friend. It breaks your heart that she only sees you as one, but it doesnât stop the desire you have for her and the joy you feel when youâre around her.
Storm does your make-up on her bed, both of you sitting cross-legged with your knees touching. Her hand is placed gently on your face as she does your eyeshadow.
âYouâre so naturally beautiful,â she tells you in her calm voice, âDonât really need any of this.â
You feel your heart beating wildly in your chest. She just means it as a friend, she just means it as a friend.
You gulp, âWish I looked like you. Youâre so gorgeous.â
She smiles at you softly, âThank you, but youâre perfect like this. Lips.â You open your mouth slightly so that she can apply your lipgloss for you. Even though sheâs using the applicator, it feels as intimate as if it were her finger.
She called you perfect.
Your eyes go down to her lips and you realise she hasnât put any product on her own lips yet. Youâre not sure what comes over you at your next question.
âYou want some too?â you ask, breathless, staring at her lips. Even though youâre not looking into her eyes, you can see her looking down at your lips and she smiles a beautiful, sexy smile and nods.
Storm briefly presses her lips to yours, the way straight girls sometimes do at parties â except that neither of you are straight and youâre not at a party, and you doubt that straight friends feel like this after kissing each other. You pull away instinctively, you donât want her thinking that you could ever even assume that she likes you like that. Youâre just friends, and you know that.
Still, you canât resist reaching out a finger to swipe the excess product over the top of her lip, and you let out a nervous giggle when you notice that her eyes are still on your lips.
An alarm on your phone interrupts you; you set it for 20 minutes before you have to leave to make sure you have everything. You didnât notice how close you and Storm were until you both pulled away at the noise.Â
The alert pulls you out of your Storm induced warm cloud, an uncomfortable feeling settling on your skin. Being the good friend she is, Storm realises immediately.
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks, a soft hand on your arm.
âNothing, I just get nervous about these types of parties sometimes. Thereâll be so many people I donât know, and itâll be so big and loud. I was thinking of taking a shot or something.â
Storm smiles, âNot that Iâm against a little shot for courage, but dâyou wanna know something natural that always helps me calm down?â
âMhm, what is it?â
âI feel like a nice orgasm always makes me calmer. Just a quick one with my fingers or a vibrator.â
Her words knock the air out of you. Somehow, you manage to respond. âIâve always wanted to use toys but I donât have any. I should really get one,â you chuckle nervously.
âIâm happy to share one of mine if you donât mind,â she looks deep into your eyes and all you can do is nod your head pathetically. There are some types of thoughts youâve done your hardest not to let into your head â sheâs your friend, she wouldnât want you thinking about her like that â and now sheâs the one putting them there on purpose.
She twists her lips, almost.. nervously? and, in a low voice, says: âYou think an orgasm right now would help you?â
Again, you donât manage to say any words but you do nod your head, biting your lip.Â
âYou wanna do it yourself or can I stay?â she asks, one shoulder pulled up seductively.
âS-stay,â you stutter.
âI could eat you out if you want, but no pressure. I just feel like thatâs the quickest way.â
You take a deep breath. All kinds of thoughts are shooting through your head, but maybe sheâs just horny. During your sleepover the other day, she told you how she hasnât had sex in a while, and how she gets off on making her partners come, so maybe itâs just a natural desire that she wants to make someone other than herself come again for once. Itâs got nothing to do with you, you know that, but you revel in the knowledge that she at least finds you attractive enough to want to make you come, even if itâs just as a friend.
Youâre also confused. Your ex always took hours to make you come with his mouth, but, still, you believe every word coming from Stormâs pretty lips.
You nod, âYe-yeah. If thatâs okay with you. Thatâs a very uh, very nice, friendly favour.â You have to make sure she knows that youâre not delusional, thinking this is more than friendly.Â
As you squirm in your seat, you miss Stormâs little sigh of frustration at your oblivion. Instead of pitying herself, she decides sheâll show you why you should be more than friends.
âYâready?â she asks, blessing your ears with her bedroom voice.
âYes,â you breathe.Â
Your next breath catches in your throat as Storm leans in to press the most gentle kiss youâve ever experienced to the side of your neck. Sheâs warm and soft and smells like heaven.
Her lips slowly press along your pulse point, the tip of her tongue darting out as she makes her way up to your ear. Her teeth scrape along your earlobe, but she doesnât bite. You almost whimper when her warm mouth is gone from your ear.
Storm slides her hand to your jaw, moving her thumb to your lower lip, âMay I?â
You nod quickly, and she pulls your lower lip down, sliding her thumb into your mouth to wet it.
You suck on her thumb, mouth watering at having her so close. Storm takes her hand away from your face with a satisfied hum and gently folds your skirt up to your hips, pulling your panties to the side.
She giggles, âyâgot such cute underwear.â You look down and remember the panties you decided to put on today â pink underwear with cherries and a red lace trim. You werenât expecting anyone to see it, let alone Storm. Before you have time to get embarrassed, her thumb is on your clit.
You gasp at the first contact, and your knees buckle. Youâre glad youâre already sitting down. She goes to kneel on her soft carpet, sitting down between your legs.
Her breath is on your pussy and you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
âWhat a pretty fucking pussy,â Storm whispers, more to herself, and impatiently pulls your underwear out of the way more harshly, making sure it stays there. She looks up at you from between your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, and you bite your lip.
This doesnât feel so friendly anymore. Unless she just gets off on making her pretty friends come.
Storm sucks her thumb into her mouth to wet it again and begins to gently rub your clit in circles. She realises how wet you already are and smiles, leaning in to press a kiss to your clit.Â
âThere you go,â she says quietly, and then puts her mouth on you. She runs her tongue through your folds and sheâs so gentle. Youâre torn between enjoying it and wanting more.
âFeels so good,â you mumble, and Storm grips the flesh of your thigh to hold you still.Â
She smiles against you, âYeah?â and brings her middle and ring finger to your pussy. Licking your clit, she pushes two fingers into you, slowly making her way inside even though youâre more than wet enough.
Your pussy makes a squelching sound against her fingers as she begins to fuck into you, curling her fingers up to rub against your g-spot. You gasp when you first feel her there, your head dropping to the side in pleasure as you moan.
She pulls her fingers out to suck them into her mouth, tasting you with a satisfied hum, âTaste so good, baby.â You get even wetter at that name alone, squirming beneath her gaze.
âBe a good girl for me and stay still, okay?â she asks, mouth connecting with your pussy again as she looks up at you. You nod desperately, hoping she canât feel the intense heat spreading over your face down to your chest.
She slides two fingers back into you, fucking you gently but precisely, and you already feel the excitement building up in your belly. Stormâs tongue dances over your clit, exactly how you need it to. The only thing missing now is just a liittle more friction.
Itâs like she can read your mind, continuing to fuck into your wet pussy at a steady pace, as she begins to suck on your clit. You see stars immediately.
Her mouth has been on you for only a few minutes when sheâs got you coming on her tongue and fingers. You whimper her name as you arch your back, hips chasing her face to prolong your orgasm as it crashes over you in waves.
She pulls her fingers out and rubs your clit for a bit longer until youâre squirming again, patting your pussy before she gets up. âGoodâ, she simply says, biting her lip.
âYou feel better?â she smiles at you, innocently sucking your arousal off her fingers as if itâs something sheâs done a million times before. As if itâs a normal thing to do with a friend.
âYeah, much better,â you smile shyly, wondering how to ask her what that was.
She sits down right next to you, pulling your panties and skirt back in place, keeping her hand on your thigh afterwards. She smiles at you, and it feels so intimate. Storm reaches for the lipgloss again, âItâs all wiped away. Here.â
You smile and let her apply the lipgloss again. Storm places a hand on the bed next to your hip to lean in as she does so. She puts the lipgloss away but stays close. She looks at your lips. Your heart starts beating furiously in your chest â sheâs about to kiss you.
This time itâs Logan who interrupts you. He calls out your name from the hallway, itâs time to leave.
Storm sits back, âyou ready?â
âYeah,â you nod. She takes your hand as you leave her room. You donât let go even when you see Logan, his eyes immediately finding your intertwined hands.
He doesnât know what it means. There are plenty of platonic girlfriends that hold hands.Â
You donât know what it means either, but you know you like the feeling.
-
You donât mean to get drunk but thatâs kind of what happens when you subconsciously try to keep up with mutants with healing factors that make it almost impossible for them to get drunk.
You arrived at the party still hand-in-hand with Storm and spent the first half joined at the hip with her. Logan couldnât even get you alone for a second because every time one of you left for the bathroom the other went too without hesitation.
Logan finally finds you alone in the kitchen, looking for another drink.
âYâsure you should have more to drink?â he smiles.
You notice him then, âLogan!â you run over to hug him.
Being drunk makes you more affectionate.
âCan you mix me a drink?â you ask Logan, his arm still around your waist. It feels good there.
âMaybe you want water for now?â
You pout at him drunkenly, taking a step back and folding your arms, âYouâre just jealous you canât get drunk. Doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to.â
Logan lifts his arms in defence, ââCourse youâre allowed to, bub. Just making sure youâre up for it. What do you want?â
-
You, Logan and Storm end up in the living room at the mansion. Youâve been very entertaining in your drunk state but, more importantly, you decided to hold one of their hands each in your lap in the back of the car on the way home. They know you get like this when you drink, and theyâd never try anything with you like this, of course. But they could have a bit of harmless fun.
Itâs your idea to play never have I ever, but the two of them are just as happy to. Youâre playing the game with water instead of alcohol, but thatâs probably better for you anyway.
Storm and Logan resist the urge to make the game sexual; theyâre unsure what youâd be comfortable with if you were sober. Youâre the one who makes it explicit.
âNever have I everâŠâ youâre leaning the bottle of water against your cheek to cool yourself down, âhad a threesome.â
The room is immediately struck with tension. Logan and Storm exchange a look that you miss. How have they not thought of this before?Â
You look at them expectantly.
Itâs a perfectly innocent statement â well, innocent in a way that youâre not implying anything to them specifically. Even in your wildest thoughts youâve only fantasised about one of them at a time.Â
Your eyes are on Storm but she shakes her head. Logan drinks. He shrugs, âBeen alive for so long, you try some things.â
Youâre torn between arousal and jealousy, but settle on arousal. You forget all about the game.
âIâm not that experienced,â you tell them honestly, âIâd love to experiment a bit but I get shy. Not that Iâmâ um, not a threesome necessarily. Iâm just saying.â You clear your throat, averting your eyes.
âHow many people have you been with?â Storm asks, voice soft.
You swallow, unsure whether to count her or not. Does it count if it was with a friend? âJust my ex boyfriend.â
âThereâs been no one else?â Logan asks, and you shake your head in embarrassment.
âI told you Iâm shy.â
âNothing wrong with being shy,â he says, âIt can be endearing. Donât you think, Storm?â
When you turn to her, her eyes are already on you, âI agree.â
Your face feels hot and youâre suddenly nervous. Theyâre both flirting with you, if the alcohol isnât deceiving you, and you donât know who you like more. You think of some stupid ânever have I everâ statement to change the topic. They do you the favour of playing along.
Itâs not long until you all go to bed, going your separate ways but not without a long hug from both of them.
-
The next morning, Logan and Storm meet in front of your room. Sheâs made breakfast for you and heâs brought you water and some aspirin.
âI should have thought of that,â they say at the same time. Logan knocks at your door.
âItâs us,â Storm says after another knock.
Youâre not in your bedroom.
They look for you in the entire mansion, but youâre not there.
âMaybe sheâs walking off her hangover,â Logan shrugs, starting to eat the food Storm made for you as theyâre standing in the kitchen.
They donât see you all day.
Stormâs in the kitchen in the evening, starting to worry. She knows youâre not far, and you can handle yourself, but sheâs worried youâre embarrassed about what you said when you were drunk, or regretting what you did before the party yesterday.
There are footsteps coming down the hallway, and she knows itâs you before youâre there.
âHey,â she smiles when she sees you.
âHi.â
âHavenât seen you all day.â
âSorry,â you sit down next to her, a shy smile on your face, âDidnât mean to disappear. I just needed to think.â
Storm breathes. âYeah, thatâs okay. What were you thinking about?â Her heart starts beating faster.
âWell, Iâve been thinking about what Logan said yesterday. And I donât know if Iâm misinterpreting things and I donât want to make anything awkward between us or anythingâŠâ you look at her in worry, and she takes your hand. Sheâs not sure what you mean but she knows you need her encouragement to say it.Â
You continue, âI donât know but maybe⊠maybe Logan could show us what a threesome is like?â
All the worry on your face melts away when Storm grips your hand tighter and gets up. She grins as she pulls you upstairs.
She walks you to Loganâs room and, without knocking, pushes his door open, âMy bedroom. Right now.â He follows you without question.Â
âLock the door behind you,â Storm tells Logan when youâre all in her bedroom. Your skin is on fire.
âWhatsâs going on?â Logan has his arms folded, a smile playing on his lips.
His eyes are on you but you look over at Storm, who just smirks.
âAre you gonna make me say it again?â you ask, horrified.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, and hearing her call you that again gives you courage.
You look at the floor, âUh, I donât know if you two want to do that with me but. I was thinking maybe we could, like, have, um, a threesome?â You were a lot smoother in your head.
Logan raises his eyebrows, âYou donât know if we want to do that with you? You tellinâ me you havenât noticed whatâs been goinâ on, bub?â Heâs right in front of you now, hands holding your face.
âUhâŠâ you know he can feel your skin heating up under his fingers.
âWant you so fucking bad. Both of us,â Logan nods towards Storm.
âOh.â
(Logan decides this isnât the time to tell you that his threesome was with two guys.)
They both grin at each other and Logan walks you to Stormâs bed. They sit down on either side of you â you donât even know where to look. You donât know who to kiss first.
Storm makes the decision for you, gently turning your head towards her. You lean in without another word.
This time you get more than a peck. Her mouth is hungry and wet against yours, her lips soft. Youâre kissing messily and loudly, and you do your best not getting on top of her yet. You pull away only because Loganâs there too.
âBeen dying to do that since last night,â you smile.
âI know,â Storm giggles, âKnew you appreciated my friendly favour.â You hide your face in her neck at her teasing. Youâre not sure how you could be so stupid. Now you know itâs more than friendship.
âWhatâs that?â Logan asks, an eyebrow raised.
You bite your lip, âWeâll tell you later.â
Before he can question it, you pull Logan closer by his shirt. His kisses are rougher, but not in a bad way. His beard scratches against your cheek with the desperation in his kisses, and heâs pulling you closer. You moan into his mouth as his tongue slips between your lips, and you grab a fistful of his shirt.
Storm starts kissing the side of your neck, the way she did last night, and youâre so lost in pleasure that you stop kissing Logan.
âToo hot,â you mumble, pulling off your top absentmindedly. They both stop what theyâre doing.
âYou wear stuff like this all the time?â Logan smirks, finger slipping under your bra strap. You forgot about the lingerie you put on for them.
You shake your head, âThought we might do this tonight.â
Logan grins and starts kissing your shoulder, pulling one of your bra straps down with his teeth. Storm turns your head back to her and kisses you again â gentle, teasing pecks from her soft lips to yours. She kisses over your cheek and your jaw, begins to gently nibble on your earlobe.
Logan pauses when his mouth is at your wrist, âYou know, bub, the problem with pretty lingerie like this is that it ends up coming off again real quick.â
Youâre already so horny from two pairs of lips on you that you can barely speak. âDoesnât sound like a problem to me at all,â you mumble.Â
âCan we take it off, baby?â Storm asks.
âPlease.â
You feel Stormâs fingers at your back, opening your bra, and Logan is the one who pulls it off.Â
They both sigh when they see your tits for the first time, moving to the breast closest to them. Logan thumbs over your nipple, gently playing with it while Storm wraps her lips around your other nipple. You feel yourself getting so wet.Â
âH-how aboutââ you take a deep breath to calm yourself down, âhow about you take your clothes off too.â
âHow about you take them off?â Storm bites her lip.Â
You nod quickly, lifting her top over her head to find her bare underneath. You trace your hands over her perfect tits, cupping them as your thumbs rub over her nipples and she lets out the sweetest moan.Â
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Logan moving to take off his shirt so you quickly turn to him, grabbing hold of his shirt to do it yourself while Storm stands up to take off her trousers.Â
You pull off Loganâs shirt and, even though youâve seen him shirtless before, youâre mesmerised by the muscles and the hair and how good he looks.Â
âYâlike what you see, bub?â He smirks and you bite your lip, resisting kissing him. You move on to his belt, trying to ignore how Logan gropes your tits as you get him naked except for his boxers.Â
Storm sits between your legs, helping you out of your trousers and you all move to the middle of the bed. Youâre panting before anything has even started, âSorry, itâs just cause Iâm excited,â you breathe, grinning with anticipation.Â
âItâs okay,â Storm kisses you behind your ear.Â
âSo are we, bub,â Logan tells you, moving to press his lips to the side of your neck. He kisses further up, to your jaw, while Stormâs lips ghost over your collarbone on your other side.Â
Excitement builds up in your belly, your skin tingling all over. You kiss whoever is closer to you â itâs Logan â and start making out with him. The only way to accurately describe the kiss is to say that itâs sloppy. Loganâs devouring you, licking your lips and into your mouth.Â
You carefully feel for Stormâs face and donât stop kissing Logan until sheâs right next to you too so you can kiss her instead. She puts a hand behind your neck to pull you in, and you lean your hand on Loganâs leg to steady yourself.Â
When your hand moves just an inch, you feel how hard he is, and how big. You force yourself to pull away from Storm, your lips already kissed raw.
Loganâs thigh tenses under your hand, âHow are we gonna do this?â
âDonât know, just wanna cum,â you say. You donât want to seem petulant, but youâve never been this turned on in your life. Your underwear is soaked through and it almost hurts how badly you need to be fucked right now.
âWe got you, baby,â Logan says, âCan I take these off?â He starts to pull at the waistband of your panties where they hug your hip, and you nod quickly.
Storm gets up to walk to her nightstand, but you canât focus on her too. Your mind is on Logan all but ripping your panties down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the carpet.Â
He takes your knees to push your thighs up to your chest as you lie down, your head supported by a pillow.
âGod, look at you. So fucking pretty. Look at her, Storm,â Logan says, spreading you open for him to take all of you in.
Storm smirks at Logan, âI know.â
You feel Loganâs eyes going between you and her, but sheâs leaning down to kiss you so all of your senses are taken over by her.
âGot this just for you, baby,â Storm stops kissing you, pulling something out of the drawer of her nightstand. Sheâs holding a pink, soft silk bag, âHad a feeling you might want to play.â She pulls out a pink dildo, and you bite your lip as she kisses you again.
Logan asks you something twice before you register what heâs saying, lightly squeezing your ankle to get your attention.
âHuh?â you pull away from the kiss.
âCan I eat your pussy?â
You nod, âBut I want you inside me.â
Logan smiles, âAlright, just let me get a taste first. Been dying to know how you taste.â
Storm lies down next to you on her stomach to kiss you some more. Her lips trail over your shoulders and move up to your neck.
Logan bends down so his face is between your legs, and he shakes his head in disbelief. âYouâre so wet already, bub. So fucking pretty,â he smiles, moving to lick all the way up your pussy once.Â
âHere,â he pulls your legs over his shoulders as he settles between them. He pushes two of his thick fingers into your pussy and puts his mouth on you. His tongue on you is fast and skilled, but you still need more.
ââS not enough,â you whine, and Logan looks up, smiling.
âNeed me inside?â he asks, wiping his mouth thatâs smeared with you with the back of his hand. You nod, staring in awe as he finally takes off his boxers and you get to see his hard cock in all its glory.
âYâgonna be okay, bub? Itâs kinda big,â he teases. You can see that. But all you can do is keep staring with an open mouth and nod. Storm wipes some spit from the corner of your mouth and gives you a quick kiss.
âYou got this, baby,â she tells you, cupping one of your tits while she strokes over your hair with her other hand.
âYeah,â you say, eyes not leaving Loganâs cock.
âYou ready?â he asks, bending down to give you a long, wet kiss.
âMhmm, need it so bad.â
He chuckles as he spreads your legs for him again, rubbing the tip of his cock along your pussy. Itâs so wet you can hear it.
Logan slowly pushes inside you, and you gasp when he fills you up. Heâs big, but the pleasure outweighs the pain.
âTheeere you go, bub. So fucking tight fâme. Taking me so well,â he starts to thrust into you in a gentle rhythm, fucking you deep but pacing himself.
It takes you a few moments to get used to his size, but Stormâs kisses at your neck help you ease into it. You canât believe this is happening â you never would have thought youâd be with either of them, especially not with both and at the same time.
âFeels so good,â you moan weakly, pulling Storm to kiss you again. You whine when she lets go, but sheâs sitting up at your side again soon, holding the dildo. You nod before sheâs even said anything.
âLet me,â she leans over to Logan, who pulls out of you. Storm fucks your pussy with the cool silicone for just a moment, and itâs wet with your arousal when she brings it up to your chest.Â
She teases you first, rubbing the wet tip of the dildo over your nipples, trailing it up your chest and over your cheek, smearing your own arousal over your face. You bite your lip in frustration, and look down to see Logan jerking off to the sight of you spread out for him. You canât decide who of them you need more.
Youâre salivating just at the thought of Storm fucking your mouth with the toy, and you hum when she rubs it across your lips.
âClose your mouth, baby,â Storm says when youâre about to take it in your mouth. She leans over you and lets her spit drop onto your mouth, smiling as she trails the tip of the dildo around your mouth, your lips desperately parting for it.
âHere, baby,â she says finally, pushing the dildo past your lips. You moan around it, taking the silicone as deep as you can.Â
Storm fucks your mouth with it and all itâs doing is making you even more horny. The sound of Loganâs slicked hand on his cock stops, and heâs grabbing your thighs to spread them more, finally fucking you again. This time his pace is rougher, and itâs exactly what you need.
Stormâs wet lips are on your jaw as she continues to push the toy in and out of your mouth as you suck on it eagerly. She bites her lip as she leans over you to watch you, pushing the dildo in just a bit more.
âDoing such a good job, baby,â she hums, holding your chin.
âYeah, being such a good girl for us,â Logan rasps, voice hoarse as he fucks you, âLook so fucking sexy with your lips wrapped around a cock.â You know he can feel your pussy clench around him at his words and he smirks, rubbing your clit with his thumb.
As you focus back on the cock in your mouth, you notice that Stormâs free hand is down her panties, and you can see her getting worked up too, a bead of sweat rolling down the valley of her tits.
You hum around the dildo and she pulls it out. âWanna eat your pussy,â you tell her, voice almost whiny.
She smiles, sitting up to pull down her underwear. You reach out to touch the flesh of her thigh, and all you want to do is taste her.
You get up, disregarding how Logan slips out of you as you turn around to get on all fours. Storm sits down in front of you, leaning against the headboard.
âIâve never done this,â you tell her, leaning down with your ass in the air. Logan positions your hips so he can rub the tip of his cock through your folds, and you take a moment to close your eyes and focus back on Storm.
âThatâs okay, baby,â she tells you, âI know youâll do well.â
You nod eagerly as you spread her legs, leaning in to press a kiss to her clit. Youâre addicted as soon as you taste her. You open your mouth wider to lick up all of her that you can, attaching your mouth to Stormâs pussy like you never want to let go.
Her hand goes to the top of your head, careful not to mess up your hair as she spreads her knees wider to accommodate you between them.
You lick at Stormâs clit, tongue trailing down to taste her some more. You revel in the sounds she makes when you start to make out with her pussy, all but putting your face in it.
Itâs then that Logan begins to fuck you again, pushing his dick all the way inside your wet pussy. Heâs rocking into you so much that it makes your whole body move forwards and backwards with his thrusts, and you can barely focus on Stormâs pussy.
âSorry, bubâ, Logan says from behind you when he notices that youâve stopped, but you can hear from his voice that heâs not sorry at all. You and Storm smile at each other as you grip her thigh to hold yourself in place and go down on her again.
You get the hang of eating pussy quickly, paying attention to the sounds Storm makes and what makes her knees tremble around your head.
She comes against your lips when you suck her clit into your mouth. Her hand is at the back of your head, hips chasing your face as you play with her clit through her orgasm.Â
Being between Stormâs thighs as she comes ignites a fire in your core, and Loganâs fucking you so good, getting messy from how close he is.
You push yourself up on your arms to kiss Storm, smearing her wetness over her lips as you make out. She has to hold your face so that you donât move too much with Loganâs thrusts, but youâre too weak to keep kissing her as you get closer to your orgasm.
âYou close, bub? Gonna cum inside you,â Logan grunts from behind you.
âMhmm, donât stop, please.â
âI got you, baby, I got you. Doinâ so well,â he grabs your hips to fuck you even deeper as you arch your back. He hits that sweet spot inside you, and one of his hands sneaks down over your belly to rub your clit.Â
Even though you can hear him starting to lose his breath, trying hard not to come yet, he plays with your clit in a way thatâs perfect, and your orgasm has you biting back your moans because youâre scared of how loud theyâd be.
Logan blows his load in you before youâre done coming, and it prolongs your own orgasm as he fills you with his cum, somehow even deeper inside you than he was before.
You almost collapse when heâs done with you, smiling as you roll over to lie on your back.
Storm lies down next to you and kisses you while Logan gets the bottle of water from her nightstand. She drinks a sip first and then passes it to you.
Logan chugs the rest of the water when youâre done, his adamâs apple bobbing as a drop of sweat slides down his neck. You follow it all the way over his glistening abs and down into his happy trail. You notice then that heâs hard again â or still hard â and youâve finally got the answer to that question youâve spent nights thinking about, wondering if his healing factor also applies to his sex drive.
âYou want more, bub?â Logan asks as Storm starts kissing your neck in that way she knows how to do so well.
You nod as you sit up, Storm getting the dildo as she gets behind you, Logan sitting in front of you.
âCan I fuck you, baby?â Storm asks, hand trailing down the back of your spine and over your ass as you get on all fours again.
âYeah,â you tell her, looking back at her with a smile, a new desire forming deep in you.
You get between Loganâs legs, leaning in to kiss him again. Every time his mouth is on you, it feels like heâs devouring you, and itâs one of the best feelings youâve ever had. Heâs all tongue and teeth.
âCan I suck your cock?â you ask against his lips, your mouth squished up with his hand grabbing your face.
âBeen waiting for this since I saw you for the first time, bub. Donât know if Iâll last long.â You never thought youâd hear Logan of all people say those words, but it turns you on that you could reduce even a man like Logan to nothing but his most primal needs.
You grin as you wetly kiss down his chest, arching your back so your ass is in the air for Storm.
âSo pretty,â she mumbles, lost in her own world as she runs the tip of the dildo through your folds, and you almost lose balance.
Loganâs cock leans against the side of your face as you kiss all the way down to his happy trail, and without further thought, you take him into your mouth. You can still taste a bit of yourself on him.Â
Storm starts fucking you with the dildo just as youâre getting into going down on Logan, and you pull your mouth off his cock. Somehow the dildo feels bigger in your pussy than it did with your mouth. Storm knows exactly what sheâs doing.
âDidnât realise how big it was,â you say, steadying your hands against Loganâs big thighs as you fuck back against the toy.
âNot bigger than me, bubâ Logan grumbles, and you giggle.
âWe know, big boy. Itâs not a competition,â Storm tells him, and even though you canât see their faces you know this just became a competition for them. And you really donât mind the two people you have a crush on competing on who can make you come more often.
âCan I play with your ass, baby?â Storm asks you when youâve adjusted to the toy in you and youâre back to trying to stuff all of Loganâs cock in your mouth. You moan around his dick.
âWhat was that, princess?â itâs Logan who asks.
âYeah, you can,â you turn to face Storm, âBut Iâve never done that before.â
âItâs okay. Iâll be gentle. Logan, can you pass me the lube from over there?â Logan ignores her â itâs not on purpose, but youâve gone back to putting your wet mouth on him and youâre sucking his cock, and itâs hard to focus on anything but your wet mouth.
You pull away and look up at Logan, and he passes the lube after seeing the pretty smile you give him.
âFuck, bub, so fucking gorgeous,â he says, bringing your face up to his to give you a kiss and then getting up to sit next to Storm.
âJust relax for us, baby,â Storm says, and youâll never get tired of hearing her call you that.
Logan rubs a hand across your ass cheek, kneading your flesh. He finds his discarded shirt at the edge of the bed, wiping down your inner thighs that are dripping with his cum to try and stop Stormâs sheets from getting too messy.Â
He runs his hand softly up your spine as Storm squeezes drops of lube onto your ass. Loganâs hand goes back down, settling between your legs to gently play with your clit, not to make you cum but to relax you.
âSo pretty,â Storm says absentmindedly as she rubs her thumb over your tight hole.
âCan you come over here?â you ask Logan, feeling weird with both of them at your back. You like having one at each side.
âIâm here, bub,â he sits down in front of you again, lifting your head to rest your cheek on his meaty thigh instead. He gently runs the back of his hand over your other cheek as you sink down into the bed with your upper body.
Storm gently pushes the tip of her finger into your ass, âThat feel okay?â
âFeels good,â you hum, letting her go deeper as she simultaneously starts to fuck your pussy with the dildo.
âSuch a good girl, hmm?â Logan coos from above you and you sigh in pleasure.
âDoing so well,â Storm tells you, thumb hooked in your ass as she begins to fuck your pussy more roughly. You instinctively start fucking back, your hips moving on their own as you get up on all fours again.
Loganâs biting his lip as he watches you take Storm, hand reaching down to jerk off again, but you shove his hand away. âI wanna,â you pout, wrapping your hand around him.
ââM not stopping you,â he tells you, sitting back as you make him feel good with your hand.
âIâm close,â you say, suddenly feeling the pleasant pressure between your thighs, looking back at Storm who smirks at your words.
She fucks into you more roughly, the added stimulation by your ass making you tip over the edge. You let go of Logan and grab his thigh to keep your balance as your orgasm flows through you, even better than the previous one.
She pulls out of you slowly, rubbing a hand over your ass cheek.
âWanna make you cum again,â you turn to Storm.
âLater, baby, come sit on my face,â she says, and how are you meant to resist that?
She lies down on the bed and you straddle her, careful to balance your weight out on your knees rather than on her, âyou sure?â
âCâmere,â she says, pulling you down onto her face, and youâre lost in the pleasure of her tongue on your clit for a few moments before you can even open your eyes again. You take Logan by his wrist and make him stand up in front of you so you can keep sucking his cock.
You suck on Loganâs dick as eagerly as Stormâs tongue is on your pussy, spit running down to his balls like itâs running down the side of Stormâs mouth. You hover over her to let her breathe but she pulls you back down.
âDonât worry about me, I can handle you.â
She sucks on your clit with a new intensity, and you forget all about Loganâs cock as it slips out of your mouth and slides wetly across your cheek. You clumsily stick out your tongue, and Logan chuckles, âSo fucked out already, hm?â He jerks off in front of your face, holding you in place. He begins to fuck against the inside of your cheek, filling your mouth with his cock.
You hum, not really listening but simply taking his cock in your mouth as the pleasure builds up inside you when Storm pushes her tongue into you. Her hands are on your ass and she sucks on your clit harder.Â
Your back arches as you suddenly cum again, cheeks hollowing around Loganâs cock in the process as you suck him in deeper. Storm plays with your clit for a few more moments, lifting you to roll to the side, and your knees sink into the mattress.
âSuch a good girl. Yâgonna make me cum again?â Logan says from above, and you look at him with puppy eyes as you take as much of him as you can.
âBeen doinâ such a good job all night, baby. You can take him deeper,â Storm says, watching you. Youâre going down on Logan but you want her praise too, so you take as much as you can of Logan under both their gazes.
âFuuuck, babyâ Logan groans, his cum spilling down your throat as you swallow him eagerly and he fucks your mouth until heâs finished, the wet sound of his cock in your mouth echoing through the room.
When heâs done coming, Logan lifts you to kiss him, and you know you still taste like him. Storm is on your other side, and you turn to kiss her, both their hands on you as you keep kissing.
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Youâve lost count of how many orgasms youâve each had by the time you collapse in a tired heap of sweat and lust and endorphins.Â
Youâre sandwiched between them, your pussy feeling as warm as your heart.
âNot that itâs a competition but I think I made her come more times than you did,â Logan tells Storm over you.Â
She props herself up on one elbow, smirking at you, âYou wanna tell him?â
You shake your head shyly, looking over to smile at Logan. Youâre close to falling asleep, only half registering what theyâre saying anyway.
âHelped our beautiful girl calm down before the party last night. Tasted better than the birthday cake.â
Logan smiles, âCanât even be mad at you, I wouldâve done the same.â
They notice you drifting off, pressing gentle kisses to your lips one after the other. You feel Stormâs hand on your face.
âLook how gorgeous our girl is,â Logan says, and you can hear the smile in his voice. Those are the last words you hear before you fall asleep.
Our girl. You like it.Â
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P.S. reblog to get a kiss from Logan and let me know your fav moment/line/whatever to get an even sloppier kiss from Storm đłđ€Â (no but seriously skhksjhgđ, I appreciate every single reblog and comment a lotttt, even if theyâre just short <333)
#Logan Howlett x reader#storm x reader#ororo munroe x reader#Logan Howlett x reader x storm#Logan Howlett smut#wolverine x reader x storm#wolverine smut#storm x men smut#x men storm smut#Logan Howlett x you#ororo munroe x you#help these tags are killing me idk what to write lol#wolverine x you#fem!reader#selfcarecap
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Little idea wiggling about in my brain...
So like *holds Danny and Billy up by the scruff of their shirts* these two bastards won't leave my brain, and for punishment I will make them kiss...
Just, the Rock of eternity technically is Shazam's (the wizards) haunt? He has been dead for a long time, living only though his champion, what if Ghost King Danny gets slapped with a post it note that reads like
"Daniel, you're required to assist the Champion of Magic as the High King of the Realms, even Pariah helped the previous Champion Black Adam."
And Danny is like, "Sure, why not, Magic is real and so are ghosts."
And like....
Sparky Danny meeting Literal Sun Beam Billy, they are both 14, it's puppy love at its finest. Danny doesn't know what to do with gay panic and Billy is just straight up "This man is my soul mate, he shall be mine." (Call iy Zeus bestowing more than just lightning)
The leauge is very concerned why Captain Marvel seems to have a seeming underage partner.
Superman squinting very hard and trying to figure this out: So...just how old is Phantom?
Billy, unaware how bad this looks: Oh I don't know honestly, it's kinda hard to tell with beings from the Realms! Though he died when he was 14!
Superman, gripping the table (which cracks a little) :And how exactly long has he been 14?
Billy, taking out his phone and flipping out pictures: Like I said, I don't really know how old he is, but there is Egyptain hieroglyphics of him! Look!
Superman, blinking at the very real looking pictures: Ahh. Fun cool cool cool...a-and how are you again Cap?
Billy mindlessly swiping the photos, excited to show off his boyfriend:Never said it, but he is definitely older than I am.
(Danny is older by a month, Billy calls him an old man for it.)
Billy gets to live full time in Danny's haunt in the Zone, Danny built him like the best house, Tucker and Sam get to meet Billy and they just are flabbergasted that Danny "I can't get a girl to date me or else she ends up wanting to kill me" Fenton has a boyfriend that has been going steady for a few months.
My brain sees like, Maddie and Jack are 100% backing Danny, they are fully supportive of their bi/gay/pan son, but in no way would they support him if he was a ghost, like they are organizing Amitys first ever Pride parade, but there is a shoot ghosts on sight order.
And just the reveal is like...
Danny gets finally tells them he is a ghost: if you start shooting me, your shooting the only Gay person you know, not very ally of you mom and Dad.
Maddie mouth open in horror: Oh no...Jack are...are we homophobic?
Jack sharing her look of fear: Great Scott...Dann-o a-are you sure...its...it's a life style right? Y-you chose this?
Danny, trying very, very hard not to laugh: It's not a life style dad! I didn't choose to Die!
Anyway, thank you for coming to my brain word vomit, I haven't slept in 20 hours.
#dc x dp#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny is a little shit#ghost king danny#billy batson#shazam#captain marvel#hiding this in the tags#but...Black Adam/Praiah Dark anyone?#i can see it#i am so tired#god let me sleep
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ai la by the way. anticipate much pride art come the beginning of june >:3c with everyone (three friends) leaving snapchat I must now subject you, my tumblr followers, to my creations (drawings of Death in flagrantly bad color combos)
#from the writer's den#void talks#I drew karyn and death together (platonic) bc I haven't ever in pride art to my surprise !#an important turning point in their relationship imo is right after karyn has a Gay Realization Panic and death is like Chill. its fine#Dont Stress#Dont Overthink It Youll Survive#like not only is it a big moment for her but I think it's a moment where she kind of lets go of the tension between them#just long enough to be like oh actually I am going to consciously rely on you and I'm perfectly ok with that and grateful even#especially since it comes after they have a minor falling out so its like. oh maybe I don't hate you#it'll be okay... there's ancient bi/baby pan solidarity...
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prompt: im not gay, but my husband is.
(I loved those scenes in 911 and lonestar where they only wanted the straight white guy to work on them, so I think it would be funny happening with married, bi buck!)
âNo, I don't want you touching me.â
They'd been sent on a call to a woman's residence. She had fallen in her driveway on the way to her car. From the moment they pulled up, trouble had started. She didn't want Hen touching her, wouldn't accept help from Chimney, and the second she spotted Diaz on Eddie's uniform she stopped him.
âWell, you're a straight, white man, Bobby,â Chimney said with a smile. âYou wanna take the lead?â
âWait,â Eddie put his hands on his hip, âdo interracial relationships matter to you too?â he asked the woman. âBecause, if so, Bobby's out.â
She looked around at everyone in a panic. âYou!â she exclaimed when her eyes met Buck's. âYou can do it, right?!â
âYes, I am capable of placing a splint on your leg,â he said with no enthusiasm as Hen handed over the splint.
He bent down to get started but she held her arm out to stop him. âYou're normal, right? You're not married to someone,â she glanced up at Bobby, âdifferent, are you? Not gay or anything?â
âOh, no ma'am, I'm not gay,â Buck assured her, before adding with a flash of his ring, âmy husband is though.â
âY- Your what?â
âMy husband.â
âSo you are gay?â
âMa'am, please don't get him started,â Hen begged. âHe will not shut up once he gets going.â
âThere are actually some people that believe bisexuality doesn't exist,â Buck began, waving a finger to emphasize his point. The groans from the rest of the 118 didn't detour him. âIt has been proven to cause mental health issues for people who identify as such, and in extreme cases-â
âOkay, okay,â Bobby interrupted, patting Buck's back a couple of times to get him to stop. âThis lady is very clearly âin distressâ and we should be focused on helping her.â He stared over at the woman, âIf she'll let any of us.â
âCan't you call another team or something? One that isn't filled with minorities and heathens?â
âThe 112?â Hen suggested.
Eddie shook his head. âAll women crew today.â He looked down at the lady, âI'm guessing you wouldn't like that?â
âThey're just not as capable as men,â she whined.
â143?â Chimney asked.
Buck stood back up. âWith Captain Garcia?â
âNo!â She yelled.
â217?â Eddie offered.
Buck perked up at that. He smiled at the lady on the ground. âYou'd get to meet my husband!â he exclaimed. âHe's working ground ops today. I could call him, give him a heads up?â He bent back down to the woman's level. âHe is the gay one though.â
The woman groaned before pushing herself up and grabbing her purse, jerking away at Buck's attempt to help. âYou know what? I'm just gonna take myself to the hospital,â she said as she started to hobble away.
âSay hello to Dr. Cohen for us,â Bobby said, sending her off with a wave. She let out one more angry yelp before getting into her car and slamming the door.
*****
Tommy had gotten home about an hour before Buck, already dressed in a white button down shirt tucked into black dress pants for dinner reservations they had that night.
When he heard the sounds of Buck's car door shutting, he headed to the front door and opened it, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.
âHey you,â he said with a smile.
Buck smiled back, dropping his duffel the second he reached the porch. He immediately wrapped himself around Tommy, surprising him with a kiss that elicited a moan from him.
âI got to call you my husband at work today,â Buck explained between kisses as Tommy gripped his waist. He led Tommy backward into the house, kicking the door shut behind him. âTwice.â
Tommy breathed out a laugh, pulling back just enough to look into Buck's eyes. âThis was your first shift back after our honeymoon,â he reminded him. âSo you lasted, what, twelve hours into your workday before mentioning me?â
Buck shook his head. âIt was our first call of the day,â he informed him. âMore like two hours.â
Tommy hummed, running his hands up and down Buck's waist. âYour whole team owes me double then,â he said before pressing a gentle kiss to Buck's lips.
It was Buck's turn to pull back this time. âWhat are you talking about?â
âThey were taking bets on how long it would take for you to mention you were married. I said it'd be less than twelve hours, and you'd mention it more than once. Wait-â He paused, then gave Buck's waist a squeeze, âdid you mention bisexual erasure?â
Buck sighed, his shoulders slumping. âIt's an important topic, Tommy!â
Tommy simply smiled. âI hit the jackpot, Babe.â
âYou placed bets on me?â Buck asked with his eyebrows furrowed.
âMhm,â Tommy replied. He shrugged. âI won like five hundred dollars.â
Buck's eyes darkened at that. In one quick motion, he turned them and shoved Tommy against the door, pawing at his shirt to get it untucked. âThat's so hot,â he moaned, smashing his mouth against Tommy's in a sloppy kiss.
They never did make their dinner reservations.
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Awakenings
wc: 2.3k || rating: T || cw: none || summary: Steve, Robin, and Eddie discuss their queer awakenings with (not-so-) surprising results. || ao3
âI mean, I donât blame you,â Eddie grinned from where he was draped over the Buckleysâ couch, socked feet crossed against the wall as his head hung upside down off the cushions. âJodie Foster is a babe. Did you see her in Carny?â
Steve laughed at Robinâs red face. âMore times than she would like to admit,â he teases her, throwing a half-popped piece of popcorn at her face. Her resulting shriek was worth her throwing an aptly named throw pillow at his head.
Steve doesnât know exactly how they got on to this topic, but it wasnât unusual. Ever since Robin came out to Eddie, resulting in Eddie coming out to her in a panic at seeing her look so uncomfortable, which then resulted in Steve having to come out when Eddie panicked about him, well, a lot of their conversations when they were alone devolved into queerdom.
They had been watching music videos on TV and discussing who was hot, which resulted in them talking about how they had discovered they were queer, or maybe should have realized it sooner. Apparently Eddie had been obsessed with this one Irish singer/bassist dude who had recently passed away, which now that he knew he was bi, he realized now had been a celebrity crush.
Which prompted Robin to tell them who had been her lesbian awakening, another celebrity crush.
âUgh, too bad I donât have a chance with her,â Robin bemoaned from where she was now trying to smother Steve with the pillow she had thrown at him from their spots on the floor in front of the TV. âNot only is she a celebrity, but sheâs also straight!â
Steve laughed, pushing Robin away. âI donât know, man, you saw that interview she did years ago when asked about boys,â he teased her. âShe probably likes boobies too.â
âStop saying boobies!â Robin shrieked again, grabbing another pillow to smother him with.
Eddie laughed at them, well used to their sibling dynamic. âWell, we all know who awakened little Stevie, donât we?â he teased, causing the two roughhousing to pause. Which was just as good since theyâd ended up knocking over the popcorn bowl, though thankfully it was mostly empty already.
Steve hesitated, wondering if heâd been that obvious. âI truly donât think you know,â he said dryly, almost mockingly. He wasnât ashamed of it or embarrassed by it, but he also hadnât wanted to make anything weird in their friend group.
âCâmon, dude. Itâs obvious! Tom Cruise!â
Steve froze. Processed. Let out a groan. âOh my god, Iâve had a crush on Tom Cruise this whole time,â he whined, dropping back onto the floor on his back. âNo wonder Nancy always gave me a look when I wanted to watch his movies.â
Robin and Eddie both laughed at him, though at least Robin had the decency to try to hide hers.
âYou mean you didnât know?â Eddie asked, obviously delighted by that turn of events. âChrist, Harrington, I thought you were going to cream your pants when we watched Top Gun.â
âWell I know I like him now,â Steve complained from his spot on the floor, waving a hand in the air. âBut he wasnât the one who made me realize I was bi.â
âOooh, then who was it?â Robin teased him, poking him in the ribs to watch him squirm.
Steve rolled his eyes. Maybe he hadnât been obvious then. He sat back up and propped himself up on his hands with a small shrug. Like he said, he wasnât ashamed or embarrassed. Well, maybe embarrassed by what had made him realize, but not the who of it. Never the who.
âJonathan,â he answered simply.
Now it was Eddieâs turn to squawk, tumbling ass over tits from the couch to the floor as he tried to lift himself up to stare agog at Steve. âWHAT!â
Steve just let out a chuckle, bringing up a hand to rub at the back of his neck. âYeah, pretty early on actually. Well, I didnât realize it was a small crush yet, but yeah.â He let out a heavy sigh with another roll of his eyes at his two friendsâ gaping expressions.
âWhen was this!â Robin exclaimed. âHow could you not tell me about all of this!â
âI just didnât think it was important,â he huffed. His cheeks turned slightly pink at her first question, however. âUhâŠit wasâŠwhenhepunchedme,â he said in a rush.
âSorry, could you repeat that, because it sounds like you said when he punched you!â
Steve could only give her a sheepish grin and another small shrug. âIt was kind of hot,â he admitted, causing Robin to throw herself back with a small wail. Eddie was just staring at him with wide eyes, but what else was new. âHe liked Nancy and was trying to defend her honor, and then I said those really shitty things about his family when Will was missing.â
Steve sighed. Honestly, he regretted those things the most. Sure, heâd been wrong about what Jonathan and Nancy had been up to, but Nancy hadnât given him another excuse than cheating on him at the time. Saying those hateful things about the Byers though, when he knew they were hurting? That had been fucked up, especially when he saw what an amazing person Joyce was, and how sweet Will was.
Heâd apologized to them all after that first time (minus Lonnie of course because that guy does suck) but he still feels bad about it.
âI just thought it was hot at first though, the strength and male aggression, which made me realize maybe I was the queer. Then I started thinking about how Jon protects those he cares about, and by the time I realized that I felt jealous of both him and Nancy, they were already dating.â
âOh my god,â Eddie muttered, scrubbing a palm over his face. âOh my god.â
âI donât have a crush on him now,â Steve complained. âBut yeah. Jonathan Byers was my bi awakening,â he added with a grin.
âI canât believe you never told me this,â Robin hissed, smacking him in the arm. âAnd after the Russian drug confessions and everything!â
âHey!â Steve said, swatting back at her. He pointed an accusing finger at Eddie. âWhat about Eddie! He never told us who was his awakening. Just that he should have known sooner than he did.â
Robinâs gaze immediately swerved to take in Eddieâs pinking expression, a wicked grin curling her lips. âThatâs right. Who made you realize you were a big fat homo, Munson?â
Eddie chuckled nervously, his gaze darting back and forth between them. âUhâŠdoes it matter?â he hedged, causing Steve and Robin to roll their eyes in sync.
âI told you about Jonathan,â Steve pointed out. âAnd Robin told you about how sheâs been a useless lesbian all her life.â
âHey!â
âSo who did it, Munson? Who made you realize you like boobies and dick,â Steve grinned.
Eddie continued looking at him, eyes wide and face turning pinker by the moment. âIâŠâ An excruciating moment passed before his face crumpled and his squeezed his eyes shut with a nose scrunch Steve had always found adorable. He covered his face in his hands and let out a pained sigh. âIt was you, okay,â he said, voice cracking.
Silence.
Steve felt a stutter in his chest, turning to look at Robin who was staring back at him with her own shocked expression. As one, they turned back to look at Eddie.
âMe?â Steve softly asked. He probably shouldnât feel so smug about that, but he also couldnât help it. To think that he, Steve Harrington, had been someoneâs queer awakening. It was totally going to his head.
âYes, you,â Eddie huffed, dropping his hands but not raising his head at all.
âWhen?â Was it back in high school? Back when he was wearing his gym shorts or speedos for swim? Eddie thought he was hot, whenever it was. He tried to keep a smile off his face at the thought.
âWhen youâŠâ Eddie let out a groan, obviously embarrassed, whichâŠow? Was he embarrassed he thought Steve attractive? Was this just because Steve was a normie or because of who heâd been in high school?
âWhen I what?â Steve asked just as softly. He didnât know if he wanted to know the answer now.
âWhen you bit the bat in the Upside Down,â Eddie admitted in a tone like pulling teeth.
Yeah. Okay. Steve definitely didnât want the answer now. Because what the fuck?
âWhat the fuck?â
Eddie flinched a little at Steveâs response. âLook, it was hot okay!â he tried to protest. âAt least you werenât punching my face Mr. I-have-a-crush-on-Jonathan-Byers.â
âHad. Had a crush,â he reflexively corrected. He blinked at Eddie who still refused to look at him. âAre you shitting me right now, Munson? That was when you knew? I thought youâve known for years!â Steve complained, throwing his hands up in exasperation. âDid you have a crush on me, or did you just think I was hot?â
He regretted the question as soon as it left his mouth. Of course Eddie never had a crush on him. Finding a guy attractive was one thing, but actively liking him? Yeah, Steve knew better than to think Eddie could ever like him like that.
âHave,â Eddie whispered.
âWhat?â
âI have a crush on you,â Eddie mumbled, and then he was finally looking up Steve through his bangs. âI used to thinkâŠI mean, youâd never go for the weird guys. But then Byers?â he asked, tone still quiet, but now with a note of derision to it. âI have much better hair.â
Steve blinked. Blinked some more. Then he drew in a shuddering breath. Eddie has a crush on him. As in currently. As in right now.
Oh.
A warmth blossomed up in Steveâs chest, something heâd never imagined possible actually coming true. He cleared his throat, ducking his head a little to try to get a better look through the curtain of Eddieâs hair?
âDo you know whatâs hotter than a punch to a face?â When Eddie lifted his head some to stare at him more fully, giving a small shake of his head, Steve grinned. âBeing manhandled against a wall with a broken bottle to the neck.â
Eddieâs eyes widened, his face now fully flamed red, and Steve figured that maybe he really did have a thing for dorks. Considering how he was wanting to smother Eddieâs red cheeks with kisses and love devotions, maybe Eddie wasnât the only dork here, however.
Carefully, slowly, Steve reached out to settle his hand on Eddieâs knee, his thumb lightly stroking the exposed skin there through the other manâs ripped jeans. Eddie stilled beneath him, scarcely seeming to even breathe, which boosted Steveâs confidence. He let his grin settle into something softer.
âSoâŠit was the bats, really?â he lightly teased. âNot my school speedos, or even me shirtless and throwing my sweater at you?â He raised his brows at that. âI really wasnât being subtle there dude.â
Eddie lifted his head fully then to stare at Steve aghast. âI didnât know you liked guys! You were practically throwing yourself at Wheeler!â
âWell yeah, you werenât giving me anything to go off of,â Steve complained rolling his eyes. âAnd I wasnât about to make our friendship awkward by telling you I had a crush on you. Why do you think I never told Jonathan? I thought it didnât matter. Even when you came out as biâwhich, youâre welcome, by the way,â Steve added smugly, causing Eddie to scowl and pick up a discarded pillow to throw at him, âyou never showed me any interest. Even when I came out as bi.â
âWell, yeah, youâre likeâŠoutrageously hot and an ex-jock. I knew better than to get my hopes up,â Eddie rolled his eyes.
âMaybe I should have bit more bats then,â Steve grinned. âGiven you more of an incentive.â
âYeah, okay, Ozzy, but I didnâtâwait, you have a crush on me?â
Steve knew it was mean, but he still laughed at Eddieâs owlish blinking. âHave since the boathouse, but thanks for finally catching up.â
âOh my god, you are such a bitch!â Despite his words, Eddie was smiling wide, his eyes full of that sparkle Steve loved so much.
Steve could have said something snarky then, but instead he just slid his hand into the hair at the back of Eddieâs neck and pulled the metalhead into a kiss, smiling against his startled lips. It only took a moment for Eddie to respond enthusiastically, however, bringing his own hands up to grab onto the collar of Steveâs shirt as they tumbled backwards.
It took a moment for Steve to even realize Robin was no longer there, didnât even know when she had left, too trapped in Eddieâs confession. He didnât truly even acknowledge her absence until she yelled from the kitchen to keep hands above the waist and they only had five more minutes before she was spraying them with water.
Steve chuckled happily against Eddieâs lips, whose answering soft laughter was a balm to his nerves. Eddie liked him back.
It was six minutes later, when Robin really did come back with a spray bottle and forced them apart, that Steve had Eddie curled up on the floor against him with their backs to the sofa, Robin keeping the spray bottle nearby just in case. He didnât think he had ever been happier.
âOh, and Oz?â Eddie murmured softly, looking up at him from where he rested his head against Steveâs shoulders.
âYeah?â Steve answered, feeling something warm and sweet at his apparent new nickname that held so much meaning for the both of them now.
âI am so telling Jonathan you had a crush on him.â
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Iâve long thought it would be amazing if Eddie nicknamed Steve âOzzyâ and finally I got the chance to put it into a fic. It will definitely be a reoccurring thing though whenever I get the chance tehe
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