#like this guy SUCKS and so does almost everyone else! it's great!

[zephyrchama]

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(Obey Me! mini fic. Contains suggestive content but is overall SFW)

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“How are my brothers doing?”

Lucifer’s voice sounded a little grainy over the phone. He must have been far away, or something somewhere was causing magical interference to the connection. It was nice that he had time to call and check in on things.

“Everything’s great,” you confided. Things had been really calm in his absence and you felt confident the house would still be standing by the time he returned home. “We just finished watching a movie. Belphegor fell asleep midway through, of course. Everyone else-”

“Hey…” Asmodeus interrupted, leaning into your shoulder and putting his cheek against yours. His voice sounded extra raunchy. “I told you, if you keep touching me like that…”

”Asmo, I’m on the phone.”

“You’re going to make me… Hnngh…” He dug an obnoxious smile into your shoulder while continuing to make questionable noises.

You were about to apologize to Lucifer, but a yell from the other room made you jump. Asmodeus tried to repress a giggle as Satan’s voice rang out, loud and clear, “Oh no! I just knocked over Lucifer’s cursed record collection!”

You hadn’t heard any crashes, nothing to indicate property damage had occurred. Thankfully, Satan’s good conscious wanted to keep you out of real trouble more than he wanted to torment Lucifer. That didn’t prevent him from sarcastically lamenting, “wow! I accidentally stepped on a bunch and crushed them even more! That sucks. Oh well.”

A deep inhale, and a deep exhale. You remained calm. They were messing around.

The chewing noises that had been a constant all evening were suddenly gone. You cast a suspicious glance at Beelzebub on the next couch over.

“We’re out of food,” he complained. The fridge had been filled to bursting that morning and there were two half-full bags of chips still in his lap. Belphegor lay face-down next to his twin with an open container of demonic chip dip balanced on his back.

“Don’t worry! Yer big bro’ll take care of everythin’! How many roasted griffon do you want delivered? Ten? Or should we go full catering?”

Mammon, back from his bathroom break, was fast on the uptake when it came to causing mischief. He wasted no time in flaunting money he didn’t have while Beelzebub decided now was a good time to eat those chips. Mammon made sure to stand right behind you so his voice would carry into the receiver. “I’m always takin’ good care of my little bros, aren’t I? Lucifer oughta put me in charge next time.”

Somebody snorted. You weaseled an arm out from under Asmodeus to rub your forehead. “Come on, guys.”

“Mammon, where did you find Lucifer’s backup credit card? I thought that was for emergencies only!” Leviathan cupped his hands around his mouth to amplify his voice. All the while, Satan kept shouting, “oops! Broke that, too!” and Asmodeus carried on with his lewd noises.

You held your mouth as close to the phone as possible, helplessly trying to block out the idiots. “You trust me, right?”

“Of course. I’m glad you’re taking care of things, everyone sounds like they’re having fun.” Rather than mad, Lucifer sounded amused. There was a fondness in his voice. “Though, if the house is truly in dire straights, I have no choice but to come straight home without stopping for souvenirs. Be sure to convey that for me.”

You were happy to announce, “Lucifer’s not getting you guys any souvenirs if you keep it up.”

The tomfoolery stopped immediately.

“Whuh?” “No way!” “Does that include picking up dinner?” “My limited edition goods!” “He can’t do that!”

The cacophony of complaints almost caused you to miss the grainy voice over the phone. It said, “I don’t like being away from you for this long. I’ll need you to give a one-on-one report of everything that happened as soon as I get back. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

There was a click, and the line went silent. You set the phone aside. The previously energetic gang looked anxious knowing that their big brother could be upset, even though they brought this upon themselves. Satan carried in a disc, in mint condition, muttering about how he found the sequel and will put it on.

“He’s still going to get us gifts, right?” Leviathan asked. You shrugged.

[horsejawbone]

I don't have any specific opinions on any Bloodborne ships because they're mostly inconsequential to the game for me, but I will say, out of all of the ones involving him, Micorom is the funniest in theory because the way that my man Mickey talks about Rom in his dialogue strikes me as deeply resentful and jealous, so seeing people pair pre-ascension Rom with him instantly creates the mental picture for me of a man who is bitter exes with someone because she broke up with him to ascend and turn into a massive spider creature. Incredible.

[jungshookz]

yoongi's getting a lot of attention at the mall and y/n doesn't like it very much

➺ pairing; demon!yoongi x y/n

➺ genre; all of the usual demon!yoongi antics & a little more :-)

➺ wordcount; 1.8k

»»————- 🥨 ————-««

something is… off.

you can’t quite put your finger on it, but something is off and you can quite literally feel it in the air

“do you think navy blue washes me out?” jungkook holds a shirt up to show you before pursing his lips, waving his hand in your face when he doesn’t get a response from you, “helloooo-“ you guys came to the mall today to do some shopping but for the last ten minutes you’ve been distracted by something which isn’t helpful to jungkook because he values your opinion when it comes to his style!

“you look great in navy blue and that’s a good shirt for summer, linen is a great material-“ you hold a finger up, turning your head slightly, “do you hear giggling?”

jungkook frowns, shaking his head slightly before looking in the same direction you are, “…no. i just hear generic pop music coming out of a set of shitty speakers- hey, do you think these stores play these songs on purpose so that you’ll shop faster and leave faster?”

“uh-huh, gimme a sec, kook-“ you poke your tongue against the inside of your cheek before spinning around to face the exit, “where did you say yoongi went?”

“oh! he went to get some pretzel bites, i think.”

you weave in between the racks of clothes smoothly, your

your nose twitches as you pick up on the faint scent of yoongi’s cologne and cinnamon sugar (your favourite flavour for pretzel bites, of course) and you step out of the store, your eyes narrowing in suspicion when you spot yoongi heading in your direction

the black button-down he's got on hangs nicely on his frame and as he reaches up with his free hand to push his dark hair back, head tilting as a lopsided smirk makes its way onto his face when he spots you, “did you miss me so much that you had to come out and greet me? i was only gone for like ten minutes.”

you don’t respond, getting up on your tip toes to look over his shoulder only to notice that almost everyone is looking at yoongi, people pausing in the middle of what they’re doing to stare at him with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks

“what the hell…?” you don’t know how yoongi hasn’t noticed the fact that he has people drooling over him, and your face scrunches slightly when you see someone cross her legs and suck her bottom lip into her mouth as she stares at the back of yoongi’s head, “get a room-“

has it always been this bad???

how have you never noticed this???

maybe the reason why you never noticed all these things before is because you just had regular old human capabilities, but ever since you’ve been blessed (or cursed, however you want to see it) with some demonic abilities you’ve noticed a few things have changed about yourself: you can literally float (though, it only lasts a few seconds before gravity takes over), your eyes flicker black whenever you’re really upset, and all of your senses have heightened significantly — like today, you could hear the familiar purr of jungkook’s car from two miles away and he was more than surprised to see that he didn’t have to text you to get you and yoongi to come down like he usually does (you still haven’t broken the news to him that both you and yoongi are… not human, but you’ll get to it eventually)

“what’s wrong?” yoongi frowns, turning to glance over his shoulder, “what are you looking at?”

“people are… looking at you.” your jaw clenches slightly when another girl walks past the two of you, your ears picking up on the sound of blood rushing to her cheeks and her heart skipping a beat, “people are like- like, really looking at you.”

now, you’d like to clear things up and say that you’re not worried about yoongi running off to someone else because you know that yoongi loves you and also the two of you are literally bonded by blood or whatever — you know that yoongi is very attractive and most of the time you’re happy to walk around with him and have him admired by strangers but this is too much

this is like- well, to be honest, it looks like people are just about ready to pounce on yoongi at any given moment and now you feel like you need to defend him

in fact you’re pretty sure you heard someone growl at some point so now you’re wondering if the keys in your purse are going to work as a sufficient tool to ward people away

“of course they’re looking at me.” yoongi snorts, finding it amusing how flustered you’re starting to get, “they… i mean, not to toot my own horn here, baby, but i’m not lying when i say that everyone in this mall wants me to fuck the shit out of them, that’s kinda my whole thing, which, in my defense, you knew when we got together-" his eyebrows raise slightly when you whip your head back around to look at him, your eyebrows set in a glare as your eyes flicker black for a second

oh.

(he likes that.)

“well, i don’t like it.” you grumble, and yoongi knows you must be really upset because you haven’t attacked the cup of fresh pretzels he has in his hand and usually you’ve already popped like eight of them in your mouth

“you’re cute when you’re jealous. and you know i only have eyes for you, you’re being silly-” yoongi smiles, reaching down to pinch your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger to turn your head towards him, “hey, look at me- what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“what’s going on-“ you smack his hand away (yoongi’s demonic charm isn’t as strong now that you’re not entirely human) “is that i think we should buy whatever we need and then go home before everyone starts chasing after you-“

“you know, there is a way to offset the pheromones, or, whatever you wanna call it.” yoongi kisses his teeth, tossing a pretzel up into the air and catching it with his mouth as he chews thoughtfully, “i don’t evphen know what it is. my aura? i don’t know. whatehver demon thing is happening-“ he swallows, “i usually just have to fuck someone. then it takes like thirty minutes before the pheromones come back and everyone’s pining after me again.”

there’s a brief moment of silence between the two of you and the corner of yoongi’s mouth twitches in a smirk when he notices your throat bob as you swallow

“…that’s really the only solution?” you ask suspiciously, “because you got a paper cut last week and you said your body will heal itself faster if you go down on me, which i’m still struggling to see the connection-“

“well that was very obviously a lie, y/n, i just wanted to bury my face in between your legs and you were like, too busy writing a paper but it makes sense in this case, doesn’t it? get some good sex outta my system and people won’t pay as much attention to me because the tension inside of me has been released.”

“hm. i… guess you have a point. and you swear people will stop for a little while if you have sex?”

“pinky promise. but, you know, we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want me bending you over in the dressing room. i know you like having privac-“ yoongi stops halfway through his sentence, his own eyebrows furrowing when he picks up on the fact that there’s a group of guys checking you out and almost instantly he feels jealousy swirling in his system

“-nice ass.”

he catches the end of a sentence and his eyes darken as he loops an arm around your waist and tugs you towards him, making direct eye contact with the group, “yeah, and you’re never gonna get your grimy fucking hands on it, you freaks-!” he calls out, and you don’t get much of a chance to say or do anything else before he’s dragging you down the opposite direction, setting the cup of pretzels down atop the garbage bin

“hey- where are we going?? jungkook’s still in the- okay, well, i don’t see why we had to abandon the pretzels, but fine-“

“what do you think? we’re finding a washroom and i’m fucking the shit out of you-"

“see, this is exactly what i was talking about!” you let out a laugh of disbelief at yoongi’s shift in mood as you let him drag you towards the washrooms, “and you had the gall to make fun of me for feeling some type of way about other people staring at you!”

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(“oh, fuck- fuck me, fuck me-“ you whimper, head dipping as you grip onto both sides of the ceramic sink, your eyelids fluttering shut as yoongi slides a hand from your lower back up before grasping the back of your neck, shoving you downwards as he continues thrusting, very much enjoying the view of your ass bouncing off of him at this angle

“good girl- so fucking good for me, always so good-“ he growls, sweat glistening off his brow bone as he tangles his fingers in your hair, grabbing a fistful before yanking you back up to press your back against his chest, the back of your head slotting against the crook of his neck, “nuh-uh, i want you to watch me fuck you-“

your eyes immediately flicker down and you make eye contact with him in the mirror, your cheeks flushed and lips slick and swollen and god you look hot-

“you- you swear this is gonna- gonna work-" your eyebrows crinkle together as you let out a particularly high moan when yoongi’s hand slides down in between your legs, the tips of his fingers pressing into your sensitive clit

“of course it’s gonna work, my girl.” he grunts, flashing you a boyish grin in the mirror, “don’t you trust me?”)

🎙️ ask y/n and yoongi if they had a good time (talk to my characters!) 

📚 why not explore the rest of the library while you're here? (go say hi to yoongi and y/n in la vie en bonsai!) 

💫 or perhaps you want something shorter to read? (drabbles and mini series!)

🌟 or something even shorter? (teeny tidbits like this!) 

[sociopathicartist]

In case I don’t tell you enough, I love you.

a letter from sans directed to you, his lover.

y/n,

it’s been five years since monsterkind was freed from the surface.

it’s been four years since i’ve met you.

it’s april, and i’m still missing you.

maybe it’s stupid of me to miss you considering that i left your house only a few hours ago, and i’m laying in bed writing this on some loose paper i found on my floor while i think of you.

weirdly enough, the silence in my room is now unsettling compared to how calming it used to be. i guess the fan in your room blowing wind on your bed that i’ve yet to see turned off has grown on me. or maybe it’s the rain sounds you always have playing on your tv that clash with the fan that grew on me.

or maybe it’s you that's grown on me.

sometimes when i have a nightmare or i can't sleep i play fan and rain sounds on youtube to help me rest, not even thinking consciously about it anymore. it always just makes me feel like i’m back in bed with you with my eyes closed, waiting for you to come back from the kitchen with the glass of water that you wanted.

i wish that i could sum it up and say i can't find the words to describe how i feel, but that’s a lie. i know exactly how i feel about you.

tracing my phalanges along the little scars and nicks of your skin when i’m next to you never fails to entertain me. neither does running my hand through your hair, or twisting the rings on your fingers, or kissing you quickly for the 1000th time. i never thought i would be fond of that sort of stuff, i never thought i was a guy for any sort of romance.

i guess i just never realized that all i needed was the right person to give it to me. all i needed was you.

i’m not the best writer. even my lab logs from the rare times when i help alphys with her scientific tests are messy and short out. it’s almost like having all these thoughts about you is starting to eat me alive. i guess i have nowhere else to put them but on a piece of paper. if we ever get married one day like i hope we do, i’d like to give this to you. who knows when that will be though, so i guess this letter will just sit in one of my drawers collecting dust until i can give it to you. it kinda sucks to think about the fact that these words might never reach you, but that’s the way life is. it sucks most of the time.

i get this weird sinking feeling in my ribs near where my soul rests sometimes. it’s mostly when i think about how i miss you. sometimes my hand reaches up and brushes up and down my shoulder blade when i’m lying in bed alone, mimicking the motion that your hand does to me all the time when we lay together. i don’t even notice it happens anymore, but when i do and i realize you’re not actually there, that’s when that weird sinking feeling happens. it also happens on the rare thought of you not being in my future one day, even though i know that won't happen. i know you wouldn’t leave me.

i can’t help but wonder what this feeling was before i met you, and why i never got it.

was i just empty all the time?

even though i remember in great detail why my depression was so bad back then, back before i met you, i guess these happy years with everyone have slowly washed away that feeling. i felt so horrible for so long, and i didn’t care to ever try and get better because there was no point back then, but for some reason whenever i try to think of what was there in my life that i had like this, it’s almost numbed away from my memories. it’s like a bad nightmare that got washed away with the morning light.

that’s not to say i’m not thankful and glad i’m doing better now. sure, i’m still working things out, but who isn’t? i don’t think i wouldn’t have ever actually gotten help if it wasn’t for you, though. you’re really the only person who's ever seen me so clearly. i love how i don’t even have to tell you if something is wrong anymore, you just look at me and know. did you know that i’ve never had anyone take the time to notice the small difference between my genuine smile versus my resting and permanent one? the day you pointed that out to me was the day i realized i liked you.

i also thought it would take me a while to realize when i liked someone seriously. i think the last time i ever had a crush was… actually, i can’t remember. in the movies and books, it’s always the same scenario of ‘i like you but i haven’t liked anyone before so i don’t realize i like you until it’s too late’ but that wasn’t the case. i knew the moment i liked you.

it was this odd twinge in me that just kinda sprung throughout my bones. i think it’s the same equivalent of getting butterflies in your stomach, but without a stomach. i noticed your looks before, and i guess this sounds weird to say, but it was like after so long of friendship that i actually… noticed you.

you looked so beautiful, and you still do.

the shock at work and from other people was really funny when they found out we were dating. i don’t think they ever actually thought i’d find someone to settle down with. our friends knew better though. as shocked as our friends tried to act, it was pretty obvious that they were expecting it. i can’t believe it was that obvious that we liked each other.

there’s no big resolution to writing this. i just felt like writing it so that i could share the feelings i feel about you but that i forget to say when we are around each other. it’s not like i can get a single word in with how much you smooch on me though. not that i mind.

it’s not to say that if my puns ever get too much for you, or if you decide that i’m too lazy and you feel like you can’t leave, you can. i just really don’t want you to. i have a strong feeling that you don’t ever want to leave either.

i can’t wait to see how the rest of our lives turn out together. when we move in, get married, and just enjoy each other’s time. i know it’s crazy to hear from me, but i can’t wait to do the dishes with you and put away the laundry as you fold it. i can’t wait to enjoy your company every day one day. i know it’s a bit selfish, but i hope that things stay like this forever.

i hope that you get to read this one day, and in case i don’t tell you enough, i love you.

[akoyaxs]

˚༄ Tìyora Pt 3 ༊ Aonung x Fem!Sully!Reader ༊ Enemies w Benefits ༊ 3.7k words Warnings: a little bit of jealousy, denial and delusion, reader sucks dick, in this fanfic the Metkayina don't give head (m recieving) if that makes sense? THIS IS A SERIES and can be found on my MASTERLIST!!!! *Note that reader is practically Neytiri's twin, like mother like daughter. I chose this photo bc when writing I like picturing an OC or different face in my mind, and this one looks different enough from Neytiri's other scenes, but similar enough that reader has all the good Sully genes*

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You weren’t at all expecting yourself to stick to the arrangement. It wasn’t a horrendous proposition; Aonung had proved himself fair and square, and if you were being honest, he had probably ruined you for anyone else. But it was out of principle that you tried to fight against your stupid fucking horniness.

But after training, you found yourself hot and bothered, and suddenly the training grounds were empty (Aonung having ordered everyone away), and suddenly you’re bent over on the sand, arms pillowed and back arched as he “taught you the ways of the Metkayina”.

It was just a one time thing, you promised yourself. It didn’t matter that yesterday you’d been fucked into oblivion, or that this afternoon you’d been riding him like your life depended on it, and tomorrow you’d be pinned against the floor of your marui while your family tamed their ilu, Aonung’s face nestled eagerly between your thighs and hands holding your squirming body still.

But nothing changed the fact that these “incidents” were becoming less accidental and more as though you accepted his offer to help each other out, which is probably why every few days you’d find him buried deep into you, fucking you rough or slow or just plain smugly.

Because he was smug about it. Until the day he found out that he was indeed sharing.

You had been right about one thing; he was selfish. He was entitled. He wasn’t about to be splitting your time with lesser skxawngs that would amount to nothing in their stupid, non-olo’eyktan lives. He certainly wasn’t going to be happy that after this last almost month as you both benefited from the “arrangement”, you’d been going around with other guys when he’d survived off the pleasure you gave him. And the most unforgivable thing was how he found out.

As future Olo’eyktan and a great warrior, Aonung was often the highest ranking at the training grounds when his father wasn’t there. He’d had all the warriors paired up and sparring, and you’d already matched with Moy’ka before he could even make his way over. Which was fine.

Aonung didn’t chase. If you wanted to train with another guy, it didn’t affect him. Especially because it was training, and only training. He could just as easily have you bent over this very sand in an hour, and he highly doubted Moy’ka would have the ability to make you sob in the way Aonung does.

So he takes his leisurely time strolling around, checking on the warriors and entertaining small conversation with batty-eyes, hair-twirling girls. You glance over a few times, and Aonung would be lying if he said he didn’t keep half an eye on the placement of Moy’ka, especially every time you very easily won each fight with him under you.

But at the very end of the line, he sees a pair of warriors not training. With a frown, he moves over to tell them off for disobeying his instructions, but once he realises where they’re looking and what they’re discussing, he simply stands to the side to listen.

“Eywa, look at Moy’ka,” Ta’ru snorts, smacking Tsekoye in incredulous amusement. “Trying to spit game at her.”

“As if he could get with her,” Tsekoye leers, and Aonung smirks quietly to himself. But the next words have that grin smacked off his face. “I know she isn’t picky about who she spends her time with, but even Moy’ka is pushing it.”

“That’s practically the new iknimaya,” Ta’ru smirks. “Fucking the freak.”

At that, Aonung’s heart drops ominously in his chest. He doesn’t like the connotation of that at all, that you’re so common that most of the warriors have experienced you. And he certainly doesn’t like the realisation that you’re giving pleasure to other, unworthy, snivelling skxawngs.

“She sure is freaky,” Tsekoye chuckles, looking infuriatingly smug with himself in a way that makes Aonung want to pound him into the sand for some strange reason. “She’s good though.”

“Yeah, these other Metkayina girls have nothing on her,” Ta’ru snickers. “Shame she’s spreading her love and not sticking around, I could teach her the ways of the reef, if you know what I mean.”

“What, you want to be her teacher?” Tsekoye skeptically asks his friend. “And how would Aonung feel about that, if you try to replace him just so you can fool around?”

Aonung’s ears prick up. He’d never really liked Ta’ru at the best of times, but he should step carefully with what he says next. Going against your future Olo’eyktan isn’t a smart move at the best of times, and Aonung isn’t in the most patient mood.

“Hey, at least I’ll get around with her,” Ta’ru shoves Tsekoye. “Maybe she’ll do that mouth thing again.”

“She smells good too,” Tsekoye. “I could tell when she was doing that thing. She smells like jasmine and amber and… there’s one more thing,” he grumbles. “I just can’t think of it-”

“So maybe you should do less thinking,” Aonung rumbles, finally cutting into the conversation without bothering to hide the irritation in his voice, “and get back to training. You know, like you’re supposed to be doing.”

Both warriors flush and scramble into positions, muttering apologies and blah blah blah. Aonung just rolls his eyes and stalks away towards you. He can see just how well your fight is going; Moy’ka is pinned below you for the eleventh time, and Aonung feels another surge of irritation that he’s obviously making no real effort to buck you off him.

Aonung stands beside the two of you for a few moments, where you’re clearly growing bored with the fight and irritated with the lack of any real competition. Aonung isn’t used to being ignored, so of course his patience is thin as he waits, eyes narrowed and arms folded.

Eventually you slowly roll your head up to glower at him, as though it was Aonung’s fault that you’re stuck with this skxawng. Nothing is ever Aonung’s fault, or at least, no one had ever said something was Aonung’s fault. But it had been stubbornly obvious, and increasingly so in the last month, that you couldn’t give two fucks about treating him with the respect due to an Olo’eyktan’s son.

“Yes?” you say stiffly, carelessly cracking your neck before resuming your bored glare.

“I need to speak with you,” Aonung says clearly, his irritation and now impatience evident once more.

“Right now?” you ask, your voice dull and eyes disinterested.

“Yes,” Aonung responds curtly.

But you don’t stand up. His tone could not have made it plainer that he’d said an order. You may not care if he’s the future Olo’eyktan, but he was still your superior, and respect was due. And now people are starting to look over, and unless you want to cause a scene, it’s obvious that you should just go with Aonung.

Reluctantly, you clamber up. Aonung doesn’t offer you a hand, and he doubts you would have accepted it anyway. Wordlessly, the two of you leave the training grounds, both ignoring the watchful eyes on your backs as you trail along the beach.

Girls are staring with envy at you, but Aonung notices you pretend you can’t feel the burn of their glares on your back. It also reminds him that while he’s been abstaining from other girls and solely living off the pleasure you provide him, you’ve also been partitioning your time with others. That particular remembrance sparks that same irritation, and he finds his face folding into an frown.

Which is deepened by the gaze on his back, of all the male warriors lusting after you. Really, he’s disappointed. His warriors shouldn’t be desiring a freak, an outsider. Even if it makes him a hypocrite, Aonung would prefer to be a hypocrite that didn’t have to share.

And then, finally, the gazes are promptly cut off as you pass through the edge of the bay. You don’t question Aonung leading you over the rocks, and he’s surprised by your placidity, when he usually can’t get you to shut the fuck up. You just keep your head up and follow him, slightly confused and definitely suspicious.

You’d had too many incidents of this, agreeing to “private discussions” with Aonung which end up with either you or him getting fucked out to the point you’re panting (or even practically sobbing after one unfortunate yet extremely satiating occasion), or often both.

Finally, you pass over the rocks sheltering the main bay of the village and step onto the soft sand of the beach beyond. Aonung doesn’t walk any further, so you pause beside him, standing by the rock wall.

“Is there a reason we’re here?” you ask. “Would you like something, or did you just bring me to this ominous empty beach to do… what?”

“You’ve been messing around with the clan,” Aonung says plainly, and your brows furrow. “With the warriors. I do not approve-”

“Is that you’re worried about?” you scoff. “Aonung, it is none of your business-”

“I am to be your Olo’eyktan-”

“To be. Not yet,” you say through gritted teeth, but you’re biting your tongue a lot more than usual. Usually by now, you’ve either descended into shouting or irritable violence, or you’re getting your annoyance out in other ways.

“I still outrank you,” Aonung counters. “I am a higher warrior, I am your commander.”

“So what, then?” you ask lewdly. “You want me to stop distracting your warriors? Am I tainting the purity of your clan by fucking around with my freakishness? Or is there another reason you’re acting so strange that you don’t want to say?”

“Like what?” Aonung frowns.

“You’re acting hypocritical,” you state. “Again. Like always. You’re always giving shit for people fucking me when you do the exact same. I’m as na’vi as you are; my skin colour and build doesn’t make me any different. As soon as anything comes to sex between me and some other guy that isn’t you-”

You cut yourself off, mouth parted in comprehensive surprise and eyes instantly jumping to meet his. Aonung squints at you, confused by your sudden apparent understanding of something he has no fucking idea about, and maybe even a little disorientated by the way you’re staring, wide-eyed, at him.

“What?” he asks, maybe even a little nervously.

“Are you jealous?” you ask incredulously.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Aonung blinks for a moment. You stare back, waiting. Arms folded, brows raised, a skeptical, startled look on your face. He blinks again.

“No.”

“Right,” you say blankly, with that infuriatingly incredulous on your face. Aonung has a desire to wipe that look off your face; your clear disbelief that he isn’t jealous (which his is not) makes him feel uneasy. He doesn’t need you of all people thinking he’s jealous of whatever the fuck you choose to do. He doesn’t care that much. He doesn’t care. “So why are we here then?”

“I- uh…” Aonung says, disoriented for a moment as he fishes in his mind for something to say. Then it lands on something Ta’ru and Tsekoye said, and he clings to it like Rotxo to Kiri. “What’s your mouth thing?”

“What?” you laugh incredulously.

“Your mouth thing,” Aonung says, throat feeling dry for some reason the longer you keep him pinned under the gaze of your yellow-golden eyes. “What is it? How come you never did it with me?”

You laugh again, a bright, amused sound that isn’t just from your lips, Aonung can see the glitter in your eyes as you grin at him.

“Aw, do you feel left out fishlips?” you grin, stepping closer.

“I’m just… no… no.” Aonung swallows, inwardly shouting at himself. Why is his throat so dry? “Do I not make you feel good enough?”

“Maybe I was just waiting for you to be a good boy,” you say slyly, stepping closer again, and Aonung finds himself shifting back a little. “A little reward.” Aonung blinks down at you, eyes wide and heart thumping strangely loud. “But you’ve been impatient and hypocritical, haven’t you?”

“No,” Aonung says firmly, and you laugh again.

When you step forward, Aonung once again finds himself shrinking back from the intensity of your golden gaze. But there’s nowhere left to go, because his back is met with cool, solid rock. You cock your head at him, and he does his best to maintain your gaze.

“Do you want me to show you?” you ask innocently, and Aonung nearly scoffs. You couldn’t be further from innocent; that was clear by the way you’re moving closer even as he’s backed against the rock wall. But then you’re cocking your head, clearly waiting for an answer. It’s evident you know what his reply is, but you’re having too much fun to let him off too easy. So with movements so tentative it makes Aonung cringe, he nods.

He’s not exactly sure what he’s expecting, but it’s certainly not for you to lean in, for your hands to reach up to rest on his shoulders. He wasn’t anticipating them to slide down over his chest, over his abs. He watches with bated breath as they reach his tewng, where embarrassingly, he’s already hard.

You smirk up at him before lightly shoving at him and pushing him right against the rock wall. He obliges, remembering what you said about being a good boy and watches as you slide his tewng away and reach out to grab his hard length.

He nearly jerks away. Your hand feels small and cold, one steadying against his chest, the other soft and immobile on his cock as you pause. He’s not sure why he’s so restless; this isn’t the first time he’s felt your hands on him, but there’s something about this experimentation for him, something about having no idea what you’re going to do next, something about being too nervous to predict.

And then you’re doing something he never would have thought of. You’re sliding down his body and kneeling in front of him.

Aonung is so breathless from the sight of you on your knees in front of him, those bright golden eyes looking up at him through your lashes, lips soft and slightly parted. If he thought about it (which he doesn’t, does not), you could almost be pledging your allegiance. It takes him a moment to remember what’s going on while he’s distracted by your kneeling, but when your hand wraps itself around his length.

You blink up at him before leaning in, eyes still fixed on his, and licking a long stripe up his length. Automatically, Aonung flinches back, sucking in a sharp gasp and tail swinging in shock behind him, and you pull away a few inches, frowning up at him.

“You good, fishlips?”

“What- what?”

“Do you want me to do this?” you ask with a small frown. “If you don’t like it, or if it doesn’t feel good I can stop-”

“NO!” Aonung blurts quickly, loudly. Your brows furrow deeper, and he flushes. “I mean, you don’t have to stop. It felt good, I just… I wasn’t expecting it.”

Your frown fades to a small smirk, and you tighten your grip around his length slightly. When Aonung tenses, you lick another stripe along his length before closing your lips around the tip and swirl your tongue. Instantly, his head is tipped back against the stone, throat tight and body tense as he struggles to hold himself back. He doubts you’d approve of him accidentally thrusting in your mouth and he himself doesn’t want to accidentally hurt you.

Besides, you’re holding his hips still against the rock in a cruel imitation of how he’d pin you back, ignore your squirming and even overstimulation. This feeling is completely new, and you slowly bob your head up and down his length, curling your tongue on the underside, dragging warmly against his sensitive flesh.

And when you inhale deeply and take him down your throat, all warm and wet and hot around him, Aonung finds his hand falling to sink into your long dark hair, eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft, rumbly, “fuck”.

And when he hits the back of your throat and you accidentally moan around his length, his hips accidentally buck into your mouth despite all his best efforts to compose himself, despite your small hand holding him back against the rock. Instantly your eyes fill with tears and Aonung hurriedly pulls you off him with a gentle grip on your hair.

“Shit, sorry,” he groans, flushing deeply. “Are you okay?”

“Just sit back,” you say, voice slightly lower than usual, a slight rasp to it that makes his ears prick up uncontrollably and send a thrill through his tail. “Be a good boy, yeah?” you add with a little playful pat to his ass, and Aonung rolls his eyes.

The retort on Aonung’s lips tumbles out as a low groan as you quickly take him back into your mouth, forcing yourself further down his length. You quietly pray to yourself that Aonung, having obviously never gotten sucked off before, doesn’t know that you’re struggling this much to fit him into his mouth. You sure as fuck aren’t about to tell him just how big his dick is.

Once again, Aonung leans against the rock wall to steady himself, head tipping back in ecstasy as you continue to soldier your way further down his length. Finally, your nose brushes against his navel, and you brush over Aonung’s grip in your hair, a silent indicator that it’s alright for him to move. You pass him the reins.

It’s a dance between his hips rolling his cock into your throat and his large hands guiding your head up and down his length. He’s being more gentle than you would have thought; he usually fucks with purpose, but his hands are gently tangled in your hair, and every so often gather it back up so it doesn’t fall into your face.

Aonung feels like he’s an inexperienced teenager again. Not that he’s ever felt anything like this, but the sensitivity of him, and the fact he’s probably likely to come at any given moment if he meets your defiant gaze doesn’t exactly match up the confident person he is. Especially when you suck the tip of his cock back into your mouth, the first mouth he’d ever felt. 

All the while you watch hip, eyes flicking up to his face. He’s not looking at you in particular. Aonung’s head is tipped back against the rock, throat bobbing with heavy swallows of moans, but his little whimpers and groans and curses tumble through the gaps.

And Aonung was about to lose his mind. He was determined to avoid your gaze, which he could feel burning into his face. He couldn’t hold it right now, match your glare or confusingly understanding look that drives him crazy, no. Any sort of glance at you would be too much, and then he’d lose control. He’s already practically leaking into your mouth as it is.

Your mouth is so small and warm and wet. He’s barely restraining his moans as it is, but with your tongue swirling around him, your cheeks hollowing and the sensitive flesh brushing against your soft, swollen lips, Aonung’s dangerously close to the edge.

It’s sloppy, it’s messy, it’s hot. It’s a warm mix of saliva and precum that’s shining over your lips and when Aonung finally can’t take it anymore, he sees it’s dripping down your chin to your tits. And the longer he looks, the more he stares, and the less likely it is he can look away again.

And then when Aonung notices, it’s all over. Your eyes are brimming with tears, lashes dark and wet as you stare up through them. Your lips are puffy and shiny, and every so often you let out these little moaned whimpers that vibrate around him and shove him closer and closer to the edge. Your lips are flushed and practically fucked by his length, and that’s what makes him leap headfirst over the edge.

Aonung’s a mess of strangled groans and bucking hips and hands sinking into your hair as he hungrily crests. Your tongue slides along the veins and ridges of his cock, and he knows this could probably kill him. Still, there are worse ways to go.

When he finally comes undone, when he finally comes back to himself and remembers to pull you off him, he feels like you’ve punched the fucking breath out of him. It’s just you, he decides. It’s not like this with anyone else, this tense, this hot, this tight.

With what is only immense courage, Aonung tentatively tilts your face up towards him. You look like an absolute mess; hair slightly dishevelled from his desperate grip, eyes watery and lips puffed and swollen. But you’ve never looked so beautiful as now, your face ruined by his length, glowing tahnì scattered with his own release.

Which is how Aonung comes to the realisation that he does think you’re beautiful.

“Are you alright, forest girl?” he asks quietly, hand still gently holding your face up to him. You smile weakly, not bothering to wipe the shine of tears and release on your face.

“Forest girl,” you reply quietly. “What happened to freak?”

Aonung laughs under his breath. Even he doesn’t have an answer to that, not one he can explain with words in any case. Instead, he reaches out to brush your face clean and pulls you up to your feet. You don’t protest. As you stand up, he catches your scent in the warm beach air.

The training grounds are still full when you return, but neither of you miss the careful stolen glances at the pair of you returning from across the sand. Aonung pays no mind to any of them, instead strolling right over to Ta’ru and Tsekoye.

“It’s lillies,” Aonung whispers, a sly grin stretching his face.

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Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 9

Propaganda:

Shinpei -

"Has a tendency to ignore his emotions in high stress situations in favor of looking at everything logically, even when it is detrimental for him to take that approach. Keeps meticulous track of everything that happens around him."

Sunny -

"Sunny has been told that his face is not expressive. He doesn't talk a lot and he often gets lost into his imagination. He is a great listener and recalls a lot of information being told he has a great memory (he is able to remember a whole speech about flower symbolism that his friend told him) He is compared to a cat."

Yuki -

"He has difficulty communicating with other people and suffers from extreme social anxiety, feeling like he's drowning when placed in uncomfortable social situations or scenarios where she doesn't know how to respond. This also causes him to go red in the face and clench his jaw, which other characters wrongfully interpret as him becoming angry. Through meeting Haru (and getting pulled into his plan to save the world), he becomes friends with him and Natsuki and develops his own strong interest in fishing."

Meursault -

"not only is he based on the character from camus' l'étranger who has actual scholarly debate on him being autistic, meursault is just… so autism. hes this stoic, terse guy with resting bitch face who doesnt really seem to fully process that he isnt showing any emotions and that that offputs people, and hes very blunt and literal with things. once another character asked if he had metal for brains as an insult and he responded by telling him the exact chemical composition of his brain to show that it is not metal. once the other characters made food so bad that when he tasted it he went on a minute straight long monologue about how much it sucked. he then proceeded to cook his own food which the giant evil chicken monster man that was judging the food tasted and said was so intensely done to the letter of the recipe that it was too boring. hes like if autism was a guy and that guy was french."

Zack -

"does things based almost solely on whether or not he wants to, at one point in the series, he doesn't tell the rest of the cast that he can fly a spaceship because he doesn't feel like it. he also take everything everyone else tells him seriously, such as when another character he knew as a kid said they were going to get married one day, he took it very seriously and was confused when said character tried to confess her feelings again and he said he thought their promise from when they were kids was still on."

Joujirou -

"This boy is autism incarnate. No social skills, no normal pain perception, complete weirdo. He even has a special interest which becomes a mild issue when he joins the main cast lol."

Alus the Star Runner -

"He’s a three-armed wyvern gunslinger with cool goggles and a lightsaber. Need I say more? …Okay then. Alus was born as a mutant cripple and rejected by his kind but managed to overcome this and rise up to become Flying Reptile Indiana Jones. He’s famed as the greatest adventurer in the land, but also struggles to keep up a conversation and prefers to remain on his own (which is especially unusual for wyverns, who usually gather in giant flocks). He has exactly one (1) friend, whom he completely fails to understand as a person but still values and respects immensely. Despite his difficulties with social interaction, he’s repeatedly shown to be incredibly resourceful and intelligent, with a single-minded drive and persistence unmatched by anyone else in the series. (Also canonically asexual, because who needs a family when you can fight dragons perfectly well on your own?)"

Mamoru -

"the ORIGINAL autistic magical boy."

Shizuka -

"he's the most emotionally intelligent & mentally stable member of the cast & he's in love with the least emotionally intelligent & most emotionally volatile character ever. he's constantly got the vibe of looking into the camera like he's in the office while he's dealing with everyone else's bullshit. he's so steadfast & loyal that it makes me want to cry. he's so bad at expressing himself in a way that other people understand that for the longest time the boy he's in love with thinks that Doumeki doesn't even like him."

Idia -

"He’s a shut-in weirdo with long messy hair, a sleep deprived look in his eyes, and one of the few students to have a hoodie as part of his school uniform. He’s a prodigal tech genius with the vibes of burn out and depression. He’s usually quite meek around people, but when he clicks with a conversation topic, he gets all energetic and fired up and sometimes a bit haughty too. To avoid going out of his room and interacting with people face to face, he invented a mobile tablet with text to speech. He stays up all night playing video games and while he has trouble with IRL relationships, he’s made a genuine friend out of one of his gaming buddies (who he doesn’t realize is actually one of his classmates). He stans an idol group and once got into a hacking war against some dorm mates over it. He rebuilt his dead brother as a robot who has become somewhat of a therapist to him. The only reason he went out on a holiday vacation with school acquaintances is due to the location being featured in an anime, then bonded with the one guy’s grandma when he realized his favorite girl was based on her. For the Halloween celebration, he convinced his dorm to theme themselves after his favorite B horror movie, constantly infodumping to people about it and going all out in recreating the special effects. In Book 5, he has a minor background arc of being forced to do public speaking. In another Halloween event, he was forced to be a back-up singer and managed to pull through despite the social anxiety. He’s the most autistic student in all of Night Raven College and possibly in all of Twisted Wonderland too."

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere. 

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

[shinyrhinestones]

okay so i saw your post about sending in TH requests so i’m gunna send one

so basically reader is georgs little sister (maybe like a year younger that tom and bill but it’s up to you) and she goes on tour with them all the time and georg is really protective over her and constantly babies her and gustav treats her like a sister as well and her and bill are best friends but tom is always flirting with reader and she doesn’t get the hint but one day she is hanging out with georg without the rest of the guys and she just blurts out “i think tom likes me” or something like that and georg is like “congrats you’re the last person to figure it out” and it ends with her going to ask tom about it and they end up kissing and confessing their feelings for each other and georg thinks they’re sweet together but he still does the whole big brother talk with tom and threatens him yk .

wow that was a lot . anyways hope this is okay , just ignore it if you don’t like it .

okay bye-bye bestie all the love 🩷🫶

Hii! Thank you for your request! Anyways let’s get into it.

So as the request says pairing is Tom Kaullitz X (Georgs littlesister) Reader.

(this is acrually so cringe, i'm so sorry. Also so sorry if there's many spelling mistakes and if it’s out of character).

Warnings: Kissing, nausea. (Let me know if I overlooked any)…

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So as always you were on the tour bus with the popular german band Tokio Hotel. Not that you didn't enjoy being on tour with some of your most important people in your life, it's just the motion sickness that sucked.

It almost felt surreal that your older brother was this young and successful. But it was fun. Especially when you were allowed to be around the band so often even on tour.

Since you met the band your brother was in, you became great friends with them. It was a chaotic enviroment to be in that was too funny not to want to be apart of. The only member on the band who you didn't want to call a friend was Tom. Ever since Georg had known the boys and been in the band you were introduced to them right away. And of course Tom caught your eye. He was pretty, goofy and he knew how to play the guitar. But the problem with Tom was that you never knew if Tom meant what he said when he was flirting with you. You always took it like a joke. It was hard to tell. He was all over girls when he could. He was known as the player in the group. It hurt. It hurt just a little bit that you didn't know where you stood with Tom. You never took him seriously.

But you did appreciate how Tom can be caring. He's proved it before and did it once again on the tour bus. You were trying to keep your eyes open as you held your fingertips against your forehead, like you could ease your nausea that way. Tom noticed placing a calm hand on your shoulder.

You felt dizzy everytime the bus rocked to the side. "Are you okay?" He asked and tried to look you in the face, but you looking down at the bus' floor made it hard for him. You sighed before answering. "Yeah". What was Tom gonna do? No need to tell him you were actually feeling like puking. Your eyes were barely open, but you tried to keep them open. Which was hard when you felt so sick but you knew that it could help with watching where the bus was driving and your surroundings. You heard some shuffling before you felt an arm go around your back and a hand resting on top of your left shoulder. "Are you sure?" His voice sounded again. You sighed once again. "Tom, i'm fine".

He wasn't brave enough to keep going. Feeling like he had already crossed a boundary he sat a bottle of water infront of you on one of the tables and left, patting you lightly on your back. Tom isn't scared to cross boundaries. Everyone else on the bus knew that too. Probably why they all shared a look of confusion as if Tom would've pushed you further.

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When you arrived at the hotel you would be staying at you had to sit in the lobby for what felt like forever, because the hotel had a mess up and couldn't check you in just yet. You sat on one of the couches resting your chin in your hand. You watched the boys bickering as always. Bill and Tom were being messy with each other. You weren't even listening to what they were arguing about. You just observed how chaotic the boys were. It was entertaining. You guessed that Tom noticed and wanted to tease you. "Like what you see, babygirl".

You furrowed your eyebrows before rolling your eyes at his sillyness. A small butterfly might've visited for a second when he smiled at you. He just chuckled at you. The blush you spotted on his face wasn't fully registered in your brain, thinking that it might just be adrenaline running through his body. Bill shoved Tom playfully as to say that he didn't want his best friend to constantly be flirted with if it wasn't something you wished yourself. Just like Georg looked at him with a disproving look. "Leave my sister alone" He said with a lightly playful tone but it was a mutual understanding that he meant it.

It's not that you weren't fully aware of your own crush on Tom but it just didn't take up a lot of space when you already made peace with the fact that Tom wasn't interested in a relationship.

But your brother had already caught up on it. To be honest he was mostly scared that Tom was just trying to get you into bed and leave it at that. So Georg made sure to stop Tom on the way up to your hotel rooms. You were walking along with Bill and Gustav talking about anything between heaven and earth up the stairs. You didn't even notice Georg had stopped Tom.

"Tom, I mean it. Mess around with my sister and it won't end well for you" Georg didn't actually want to threaten one of his best friends but he also felt a need to protect his family. Tom furrowed his eyebrows. "What?" Tom understood why Georg was being like that. Tom was always covering up his romantic feelings for you with his natural player and flirty personality. "You heard me. Don't hurt my sister. I mean it." Tom just stared at Georg unsure of what to say. So many thoughts and feelings going on at once. "Uhm, sure okay. Yeah.." He said with almost a blank expression, but it was clear in his eyes that something was going on inside of there. Georg went up the stairs leaving Tom at the bottom of them, staring in the air before following behind.

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Later on the evening you were out walking with Georg. Something that felt nice after being hours on the road. You were clutching onto your jacket walking down an unfamiliar street with your brother. It was already dark and stars were already painting the nightsky.

Georg finished a sentence when he felt like you weren't 100% present. Which wasn't completely off. You did have a lot of thoughts on your mind. Especially one thought that clouded your mind the most. "I think Tom might like me" You almost whispered. You stopped walking making Georg stop aswell. He raised an eyebrow at you before he let out a breath. You saw how the cold air met with his warm breath creating a fog. You almost regretted saying it until you saw Georgs small smirk. "Finally. We all noticed." He saw smiled slightly, shrugging his shoulders like it was the most obvious thing.

"Oh..okay" You started to smile yourself. The thought of him liking you like that started to form more butterflies than you felt earlier.

It was hard to focus on the rest of the walk, now knowing that you had to act on these feelings. And even though you had time to confess, you still couldn't wait.

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When you entreres the hotel you felt how vold you had been meeting such warmth embrace you after walking in snow. But you also felt the excitement running through you as you remembered what Georg had given away.

You walked up the stairs of the hotel looking for Toms room. Finally finding his door, you knocked and waited.

Tom was just as surprised to see you standing in his door, just like you yourself were. "Hi Tom" You breathed out, like you had been holding your breath. He studied your face. "Hi".

"Uhm.." You were really starting to regret this. What if Georg was just joking? Or what if you misunderstood him?

"I just...I heard that you like me? Or well.." You looked up at the ceiling trying to think of how to actually form your sentences. You held your palms against each other as a nervous figdet. Toms lips started to slowly curve upwards.

He took a step forward letting his hand fall from the doorhandle. He cupped your face with his hands before giving you a deep kiss. You helt onto his arm, standing a little bit on the tip of your toes. It was hard not to feel all dazed. Like you had discovered something new but it was familiar in a sense that you’ve known Tom for so long. After the kiss he gave you one quick one and let his hands let go off your face. He didn’t need to say no more. The kiss and the look in his eyes was an answer good enough.

[militarymenrbomb]

Found another story:

24 Straight with a gf of 6 years and somehow ended up with a sugar daddy

Sorry this is a really long story everyone!!

I wouldn't consider myself straight anymore but I sure did about 6 months ago. Bisexual would be the best way to explain it now!

6 months ago I wouldn't of thought of hooking up with another person , let alone a guy. I considered myself pretty straight past the little phase when i was 15 of wanting just about anyone to suck my cock and watched some gay porn a few times..

I'm in a happy relationship with a great girl but we are just finishing school and don't have a lot of money. We both live at home and are trying to save to buy a house together but it's almost impossible nowadays for young people. I took up a second job at a restaurant my family friend owns just on nights being a bartender!

The tips are great usually and I found myself saving some money but we were easily years away from the goals we had even with the second job!

One night I had an older man come in that had to be about my dad's age and he sat at the bar for hours talking to me whenever he had the chance about his business he used to own or about his ex wife and kids and I listened like a bartender does, he told me that after his wife left him he decided to start getting with younger girls and guys that needed money. I was kind of taken back by his comment and didn't have much to say and made up some reason to help another customer. It was pretty awkward honestly.

At the end of the night he gave me a 100$ tip which was amazing and I was very thankful and thanked him a few times. He looked at me and said there's alot more if you really want it and slid his number over on a piece of paper and walked away. I crumpled it up and threw it in the trash and finished my night that was about to end.

As we were cleaning up and leaving , I did the trash and saw the number.

I was curious how much money he was talking about, and what he really wanted from me.. I took the number and texted him asking what he wanted out of curiousity.

I texted him "hey it's Jay from the bar" and he answered back "Oh hello, you're taking up my offer then?" I answered back asking what he wanted.

He said to come over when I'm off, he will be naked and he just wants to cum all over my chest, no touching. For 1000$. "Simple" in his words..

I couldn't believe he'd pay 1000$ for that... I honestly thought it was so weird but figured it was a pretty harmless way to make 1000$ blinded by the money and agreed.

I went to his house pretty nervously and reluctantly, I almost left about 4 times before knocking on his door.

He was there naked and jacking off already and said to take my shirt off and anything else that I didn't want cum all over. I was feeling very very weird and felt kinda trapped in this now..

I was going to see my gf after so I couldn't have cum on my stuff. So I took everything off but my underwear which seemed to excite him..

He got me to kneel infront of him and tell him about my girlfriend which led to me telling him I've never been with a guy in my life. He was clearly very excited by that and came quickly all over my chest. I've never seen so much cum in my life and I just stared from my knees while his cock kept cumming ..

He leaned over and handed me ten 100$ bills and said "that's just the starting pay ya know"

I took it , cleaned up quickly and got dressed.. thanked him and went home feeling pretty shitty and sure I wouldnt do it again..

After the fact in about 2 weeks I couldn't believe I had 1000$ for a 5 minute stop home.. and started thinking if I let him do that every little bit we could buy a house in no time... so i texted him again...

Asked if he wanted to do it again to which he responded "Every stop you go up a level, 2000$ and you're naked this time and I want to see some pictures of your girlfriend while I make myself cum"

I didn't know what to say, but again convinced myself it was a pretty easy step up for 2 grand and now I didn't have to do it two more times, just this 1 more time! I went and did it , completely naked and showed him a few naked pictures of my girlfriend, he came hard and I left with 2 grand telling myself never again.

2 weeks later... again somehow now curious what level 3 would be to make 3k... at this rate I realized by level 4 I would of saved more money in this period then in a year. So I said to myself let's see what level 3 is.

I texted him again and asked what level 3 was , he responded with a "oh hey again... level 3 is you naked, jacking me off to pictures of your girlfriend, 5k this time for that."

I didn't want to jack him off honestly and ignored him for a few days thinking about it. Money clearly was my weak spot and I reluctantly agreed again and went to do it. I went in and got naked handed him my phone of pictures and grabbed his what must've been 8" cock and started to jack it off with both my hands like I would like it to make him cum hopefully fast. He loved every second of what must've been about 5 minutes of my jacking him off for him to release all over me. This time it hit my face and I was really grossed out and taken back by it which made him laugh?... kinda pissed me off and I took my envelope of money and left pretty upset with myself.

I now had 8k in 2 months and I didn't need anymore money that quickly. I was done and ashamed of myself but the money did make me feel alot better.

I told my girlfriend I won it at the casino with my friends and we realized we were only 10k away from our goal!!

Looking back, I sometimes wish I never heard we were 10k away..

Because now my brains trying to find quick ways to make 10k! And we all know now where my mind instantly went to. Level 4...

".... what's level 4...."

"Knew you'd be back 😉"

"What is level 4?!"

"Level 4 is you sucking my cock."

"10k if you try to swallow my cum"

I got up and headed over. I didn't give a fuck anymore, just suck this guys cock, make 10k and it's all fucking over with. I'll never make the money I did this fast ever again.

I walked in, got naked and on my knees and just went to town on his cock. I didn't want to over think it and went at it like ripping off a bandaid.

I was about 2 minutes in and realized ripping a bandaid is done once you do it.. sucking cock doesn't work that way.

I looked up and he was smirking at me and telling me I was a good boy, and I was amazing at sucking dick for a "newbie"... he grabbed my hair and just sat back and enjoyed.

I kept sucking his cock to his comments of being a good boy and slut and I fucking liked it kinda.

I was enjoying sucking his cock ? I started to eagerly suck faster and want him to cum which he did, all in my mouth...

He held the back of my head and grunted loudly shooting shot after shot which I just tried to keep swallowing..

When he was done I just sat in my kneeled position kinda horny, kinda embarrassed..

He said "good slut, I'm fucking you next, text me tomorrow when youre ready!"

I got up.. agreed and got dressed and left.. I went home put the money away and just took a shower to think... I jacked off to the idea of him fucking me and texted him like he asked without a thought.

I went over to his house the next day and he made me suck his dick again, which I happily did. He sat down and told me to ride his cock and give him my virgin ass... he poured lube all over and I listened. I slowly put it in which hurt alot honestly and felt pretty terrible. He didn't care and moaned and enjoyed all of it.. even me hurting I think honestly..

The terrible pain lasted 5 minutes maybe even 10 and I was having a horrible time and questioned my whole life I think until it didn't hurt.

This man fucked my ass for an hour and made me cum harder then anything in my life. (I can tell a full story about our sex later)

I left with 0$ that night. Didn't even ask for the money.

I have gone back, 3 to 4 times a week to suck this man's cock and get fucked by him for free everytime for the last 4 months.

I seriously think I'd pay him if he said no.

I'm his fucking slut now and I don't understand it.

I can't stop going back, I can't stop doing it and I seriously am considering breaking up with my girlfriend and just being his little boy which he keeps asking me to do...

Still honestly can't believe this is happening.

[saikoucorps]

JECKOLE <3

☆ pairings : nicole x jecka (emicole mentioned)

☆ category : angst / almost no comfort

ꪆ୧ summary : nicole realizes how jealous jecka gets over emily, and she may or may not have mutual feelings for her. (part two(?) of the previous post, read part one. This is told in Nicole's pov.. so not really a part two.)

:ఌ¨ ♱ warning(s): nicole is oblivious and very gay (may be OOC I'm not used to writing for Nicole ( ´△｀) )

☆ Another lecture. Nicole was stuck listening to Jecka complain about how she has a new friend. She didn't understand why she was so worried about this. It's not like they were dating, or whatever couples argue about.

"God Nicole, you can't be serious right now."

No, she can't be serious. This is all fucking ridiculous.

"Dude why the fuck does it matter? You're not my only friend."

Nicole wanted to leave. She wanted to walk away from this conversation like she does with every other one of her problems. This wasn't worth her time— why the fuck is she so bothered?

"That's not the fucking issue here. She's crazy, Nicole. She's a bad influence."

Literally anyone could be crazy if you looked hard enough, almost all women are. Plus, Nicole was worse. Did she really just say she's a bad influence, has she met Nicole?

"Bad influence— what the fuck are you my mother? I'll hang out with whoever I want. You sound like a insecure boyfriend right now."

Jecka went silent. Maybe she was thinking about how gay she sounds. This shouldn't be a conversation in the first place.

"Whatever Nicole. You're either gonna end up dead or in fucking jail because of her."

"I'm gonna end up dead either way, not my problem."

The rest was a blur, Nicole had walked away. Something she probably should've done earlier. Why did she let that drag for so long?

It didn't matter anyways. She was being a bitch for no reason. Emily wasn't even that bad. She was crazy, yes. But it's what made her cooler. And she was hot as hell, hotter than her! What isn't there to like about Emily? Maybe Jecka is just mad she's better. Well, kind of. She wasn't going to place bets.

"Yo Nicole! Over here!" Emily was across the cafeteria, waiting for her. Due to remedial classes, they have lunch way later than everyone else. That doesn't stop them though, they still skip for regular lunch. It's unfortunately how Nicole ended up in that lame argument.

They continued to hang out over the next few days, getting into all kinds of trouble. It was fun, Emily was fucking awesome to be around. Nicole rarely saw Jecka around. She didn't really care or realize it. But, she did know she had cigarettes on her.

"Hey, so, you got any cigarettes right now?"

"No. But I know someone who does. I'll be right back."

They were at lunch again, Emily needed to smoke apparently. Nicole knew Jecka always had cigarettes on her.

"Yo dude, do you have any cigarettes on you?"

Jecka just stared at Nicole with this look. Nicole couldn't really describe it. She looked mad, shocked, and disappointed all at once. Nicole didn't realize that though.

"Are you fucking serious Nicole."

Nicole didn't have time for this right now, knowing Emily she probably gets inpatient really fast.

"What? Seriously I'm in a hurry—"

"No Nicole, I don't. Maybe you should fucking ask Emily."

"I'm asking for her dipshit."

"Whatever. We're done Nicole, don't fucking talk to me."

"Is this over the cigarette? Dude it was just a question—"

Great. Jecka walked off. Whatever, she'll just have to tell Emily there's no cigarette. Wait, did she seriously just end their friendship? Over what, a cigarette? A question? What the hell?

"Sorry man. No cigarette."

"Great. Just fucking great. I'll have to suck off one of the teachers here for one, or the guys. Shit, Nicole maybe one of them can get me one for free? I'm hot enough, yeah?"

"Yeah dude, totally."

Nicole was pretty quiet the rest of the day. She tried to think of every reason possible, what the hell is she so worried for? And why does Nicole care so much?

This shouldn't bug her. She'll just switch schools anyways so what's the issue? Jecka is just.. another person she meets.

So why did it hurt so much?

There wasn't any communication from them for a while. Neither of them had the guts to say anything. Nicole didn't realize shit until she heard Ari in the bathroom. She was talking about a crush she had on one of the girls here, and how everything she did mattered to Ari. Like she wanted to make her happy, or something. It hit Nicole, is that what Jecka felt like? Did Jecka like her? No, did Nicole like her? Nicole didn't care, yet she realized what was wrong.

Nicole didn't care, yet she was willing to apologize.

Nicole liked Jecka, and Jecka supposedly felt the same. Well, she thinks anyways. She just knows she has to apologize. She didn't care, but for Jecka, she did.

So Nicole opened her phone, just to text her.

"hey"

"sorry"

[fuctacles]

in love and war finale

Spicy Six Challenge by @thefreakandthehair, part 1 here, part 2 here, you know the drill

T | 2466 | pre-relationship | they are confused gay rookies in the 80s | sick-fic I guess?

“Why aren’t you in bed? Or the couch at least?!’

“He has a point.”

“Like you’re one to talk.”

“Well I’ll let you know I moved the phone and I’m sitting in an armchair wrapped in a blanket.”

“Who are you talking to?!”

Steve is glad for Dustin’s irrational fear of his viruses, because it’s the only thing stopping him from ripping the phone out of his hand, maybe pushing him back to bed too.

“Tell him I said hi.”

“Eddie says hi.”

Dustin starts hyperventilating.

Thankfully his mom came to the rescue with a steaming cup of tomato soup.

“It’s great you boys are keeping your spirits up but you shouldn’t be sitting on the floor, Steven. Maybe we could move an armchair for you?”

And thus with their leave, Steve had a cozy station next to the phone, piled with blankets and pillows. Not dissimilar to Eddie’s on the other end, whom he called as soon as the Henderson’s left.

“So, you were saying?”

“You know this stays between us? This is the most intimate Eddie Munson knowledge that you’re not to share with anyone else.”

Steve laughs. Just hearing him joke was helping his body recover and he feared he'll be ready to go back to work soon.

“Tell me your dirty secrets, Munson.”

“So, this dungeon I’m working on is a cursed tomb of an overthrown mayor…”

Steve likes a good story. Everyone does. He was never that much into fantasy, but the fact that one of his favorite people came up with it made it a thousand times more interesting.

“Ah, I guess it’s my turn for the kid’s visit.” Eddie interrupts himself about fifteen minutes in. “Do you also feel like you’re on a deathbed, visited by your grandchildren in hopes they'll be in the will? He’s getting the dice anyway...”

Steve snorts.

“Now that you mention it…”

“Are you guys still on the phone?!” Dustin’s voice is so loud Steve hears it clear as day on his end.

“Yeah, sorry babe, I’ll call you back.”

The line goes silent. 

And Steve knows he’s joking with the pet names, teasing in the silly way that he does but the more he hears him in his ear, the more he realizes he wants it, wants to try. He hopes Eddie wants it too.

His cold lets off faster than Eddie’s and he’s anxiety-cleaning as soon as he feels the strength to do so. He cleans the pj’s and sheets at boiling temperature so instead of sweat and sickness they smell like ‘provencal dreams’ which he thinks means lavender. The pills and syrups scattered on the coffee table get into the medicine basket. The armchair though, stays by the telephone. He’s waiting for Eddie to wake up and call him (so he can call back not to put the enormous phone bill on him) like he’s been doing for the past two days. Being sick together was almost as bonding as fighting evil. 

When the phone rings he runs to reach it and is almost embarrassed to do so, so he takes a second to breathe before picking up.

“Hello?”

“You don’t have to call me back.”

“Ah, sorry, the reception is shit, I can barely hear you. Let me call you back in a second.” He grins to himself when he hears Eddie’s resigned sigh. He dials the number from the emergency list above his phone immediately. 

“Hi,” he says, smiling like a fool.

“Well, someone sounds chipper today” 

“Yeah, I think I'm good to leave the house, finally. Also, this guy I like keeps me company in my misery.”

“Oh? He sounds like a nice dude.”

“He is,” Steve smiles, sitting down and pulling his legs up onto the seat. “He cares about his friends, saves the world sometimes, and hosts this dorky game for a bunch of nerds on the weekends. A true samaritan.”

“You think so?” Eddie sounds quiet on the other side. 

“Yeah. That's how I see it, at least.” He frowns, fingers twirling the cord anxiously, worried he stepped over a line. That’d suck because he had planned to step over some more today. 

“Thanks. I think you’re a nice guy too.”

It was the simplest compliment he’d ever gotten, but it made something in his chest tighten.

“Yeah?”

“Duh. You jump into demonic waters head first and ferry around a bunch of ungrateful kids.”

Steve snorts.

“That I do.” And then, before the conversation gets even further away from him, he adds, “Hey, listen. Since I’m feeling better, I’ll probably be back at work tomorrow.”

Eddie made a disappointed grunt on the other side.

“So I was wondering if I could visit you today? Maybe take over Dustin’s soup delivery?”

Eddie makes a sound that he’s unable to interpret.

“If you don’t feel up to it, it’s okay-”

“Shut up, I’m thinking.”

So Steve presses his lips together and waits.

Eddie sighs. 

“I’m feeling better, I guess you can visit if you don’t mind a sick person mess.”

“I just cleaned up mine today, no worries.”

“Yeah, okay. But about… the other thing…”

He trails off and Steve is one step away from biting his nails off. Or the phone cord in half. 

“You’re still sick and thinking about it, I-”

“Steve! Let. Me. Speak.”

He makes a noise of agreement into the receiver. 

“Like, I think I need to see you. Because I know you are hot, objectively. But do I think you are hot? Does my dick think you’re hot?”

“Eddie-”

“I’m speaking.”

Steve bites his lips with a smile. He can feel himself blush.

“So I have some things to verify. Come over, Wayne’s not home.”

Steve can’t help it, he bursts into hysteric giggles over Eddie’s attempt at a seductive voice with his clogged nose.

“Hey, now-”

“No, no, I’d love to. Should I bring protection? Like a face mask?” He manages between giggles. 

“Oh, you little-!”

He doesn’t remember the last time he had so much fun flirting. He curbs his amusement to manageable levels and looks at the clock. 

“I’ll call Ms Claudia if she has any special deliveries for us today. I could pick them up and be at yours in an hour, maybe two.”

“Sounds great.”

“Want me to pick up something?”

“I’d kill for a can of coke.”

“Got it. I’ll bring a movie we could watch too.”

Eddie hums his approval.

“Something light that my sick brain can process, please. I’ve had enough fever dreams about war and Russians. Never again letting Wayne pick the movie when I’m sick.”

Steve snorts.

“Okay, noted. See you soon?”

“See you soon, Steve-o.”

Claudia isn’t thrilled by his plan to visit Eddie, but a mother’s disapproval hasn’t stopped him before and certainly wasn’t going to now. He accepts the jars of soup, kisses her on both cheeks, and lets her tuck him up for the short walk from the door to his car. 

The drive is shorter than he expects, even with the partially shoveled roads. He feels completely unprepared for whatever might happen at his destination but he pushes on because the uncertainty might make him sick again. 

A tiny note on the inside of the window tells him the door is unlocked so with little hesitance, he pushes in. He knocks on the door, looking around.

“Eddie?”

“Over here!”

His voice sounds way better in real life than it did over the phone and Steve locks the door and unties his shoes to follow it. Eddie is sitting on his bed, wrapped in at least two blankets, and there are books and notebooks surrounding him. 

“Welcome, welcome!” he grins at him, which lights up his face prettily despite the unmistakable traces of battling the flu. His nose is red and dry from constantly wiping it, his face pale and his lips chapped. There are bags under his bloodshot eyes and the little hair peeking from under a blanket hood looks greasy.

Steve wants to give him a hot bath, wash and condition his hair, and moisturize his whole body, which is a weird thought to have about a romantic interest, even for him.

“Did you bring the goods?”

Steve holds up the plastic bag in his hand, making the jars inside clink. If only Ms. Henderson could see the sparkle in Eddie’s eyes at the sight of her soup, and how he brushes his hands together happily.

“Let’s go to the kitchen, then.”

Steve shakes his head.

“You can stay here, I can do it.”

But Eddie is already up, shaking his curls back at him. 

“And burn our new trailer to the ground? No thanks. The stove is a bitch and only the chosen ones can operate it without injuries. I’ll show you how to work it.”

Steve is listening to him, but he’s also very fixated on the bat pattern of his pajama bottoms and the fluffy green socks he’s wearing. One of the blankets he kept on flows behind like a cape.

“Okay, but I’m doing it,” he insists, following behind and just a tiny bit unmoored by the conversation. He was expecting something less… Normal. More awkwardness, confessions, and hurt feelings. That’s what he’s been preparing for.

“Of course, my shiny knight, of course,” Eddie assures him, reaching for a pot. “Will this be big enough?” he asks, eyeing the jars Steve’s putting on the counter.

“Think so.” He shrugs, eyeing the pot and opening the jars. 

“Okay, come here.” Eddie motions him closer and Steve obliges, standing right next to him and the heat he’s radiating. He smells a bit sweaty, which is understandable, but he can smell the minty toothpaste on his breath, meaning he brushed his teeth before Steve’s arrival. He tried not to think about the implications of it. 

“Okay, so never try to light the right top burner…”

He listens closely to all the instructions and shoos Eddie away as soon as possible to operate the stove under his watchful eye from one of the kitchen chairs. He goes through three matches to get the fire going under the pot but he gets the soup on the burner without much more damage.

“Do I get the Chosen One title yet?” he asks as he idly stirs the soup.

Eddie snorts.

“Don’t get cocky before finishing, dear Steven.”

“Fine,” he huffs. 

The silence settles between them and he doesn’t know where to go from there. But he told himself before coming that he’d wait patiently for Eddie’s answer and simply bask in his presence without pushing. Maybe turn up his charm if it feels right but that’s all. 

“What have you been doing stuck at home?” he asks, the need to break the silence overwhelming. 

Eddie hums, his eyes unfocused on the heating soup.

“Read Hobbit for the eleventy-first time, polished the postponed campaign, and planned for the next one already. Though, with these little bastards, it was probably a waste of my time. Rewatched a couple of movies?” he adds, voice tilting like it’s a question. When Steve hums in interest, he continues. “Paid extra attention to the actors. Turns out, Harrison Ford? Kinda hot.”

Steve snorts, taken aback, and when he turns, Eddie’s grinning at him sheepishly. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I might be into dudes, after all.”

“Cool.”

“Cool.” He smacks his lips obnoxiously and sucks in a breath. “You know, last time I tried to ask someone out, she said she was not interested at all, in anyone, and skipped town.”

Steve whines sympathetically. 

“Shit, man. I’ve never chased a girl out of town.”

“It did numbers on my self-esteem, I’ll tell you that.”

“I promise to stay in town if you ask me out.”

“Would that make me the guy?”

Steve cocked his head and studied Eddie for a while. He never thought about the dynamics of a same-sex relationship. Would he like to be ‘the girl’? Wooed and treated gently, gifted with flowers? Kissed on the neck, and spooned to sleep? He felt his cheeks grow hot at the imagery.

Unfortunately, Eddie noticed and his smile grew.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

Steve shrugs, turning back to the soup.

“Aww, you’d like to be my princess, pampered with gifts and kisses?”

Steve made a point of focusing on his task and hiding his face. 

“So what?” He bristled. “What if I do? Would it be… Is that bad?”

“What? No! Why would it be bad?”

He shrugs. He doesn’t know why but something in his gut keeps telling him it is.

“Why would wanting to be cared for, be bad?”

“Uh, well…” Steve focuses his stinging eyes on the soup. He’ll have to turn it off soon and won’t have any excuses not to look at Eddie.

There’s a shuffle behind him and soon a warm body presses against his back, hugging him from behind. Eddie’s still wrapped in a blanket so they make a slightly awkward bundle against the stove.

“Besides, Princess Stevie sounds waaay better than King Steve,” Eddie presents his final argument and Steve lets out a surprised snort.

“You’re such a fucking weirdo, I swear.”

“Well, it worked on you, sooo…”

“And I still have no idea how,” he sighs dramatically. He squeezes the arms around him gently and turns off the stove before nudging Eddie away so he can pour the soup into bowls. They sit down to eat and when he hands Eddie a spoon he ignores it and slurps the soup straight from the bowl.

“Savage.” Steve rolls his eyes but can’t fight his amusement at his antics. Eddie smacks his lips loudly and grins.

“So, anyway…” He drums his fingers against the bowl. “Do you wanna go out, whenever Wayne gives me the all-clear to leave the house?”

Steve grins, watching the loud man be hesitant for once.

“Are you asking me on a date, Munson?”

His already red nose gets even redder.

“We don’t have to call it a date, we can just hang out, just the two of us.”

“Nah, I’d rather call it a date.”

Eddie inhales and a smile spreads on his face.

“Okay. Let’s do it then. Arcade? I feel like cinema dates are such a cliche.”

“Yeah, but there’s this new movie I’d like to argue with you about.”

“Is it The Fly? Or The Little Shop of Horrors?” Eddie prods with excitement. Because a heated debate on the first date sounds utmost alluring.

Steve extends his leg under the table, nudging softly at Eddie’s ankle. He nudges back with a grin and they rest their legs against each other. A simple touch they can settle on until Eddie gets better, until the date they plan in the cramped kitchen over bowls of soup until the sky turns dark.

[positivelybeastly]

SEEING THE HEADCANON THING

TW for my intense negativity.

ITS TIME FOR ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF

GOATS GREMLIN GIBBER JABBER

You don’t have to answer this one if you don’t want to, hell you don’t even have to read it cause this installment has

rage

Behind it.

So is it Riggs Raging Rant time? Yes.

Sorry for the intense negativity but it gets my GOAT. It genuinely does so much, and I know you most definitely understand this.

It sucks when I have seen more than once “oh I love the O5” or “I drew the O5!” AND HANK ISN’T THERE OR ITS JUST HIS HAND OR SOMETHING THAT ALLUDED TO HIM.

Literally I have SEEN someone say “oh the O5 have such a great sibling dynamic.” And they give examples for everyone EXCEPT HANK.

Im sorry did we forget how to count everyone?

I get it. I’m an artist and drawing 5 people in a picture is hard. It is. But like…drawing even three people together is hard hell sometimes even two when the idea isn’t cooperating. But don’t say you did something for the O5 WHEN ITS NOT ALL 5 OF THEM.

It just hurts…it hurts a lot and for some damn reason it gets me to tear up genuinely. LIKE I KNOW HES A FICTIONAL CHARACTER BUT LIKE�� OW

Anyway sorry again, have a nice day I wish positivity upon you, and I’m probably gonna go home and draw hank when I’m off of work.

Okay, so, I feel this so intensely, because it is absolutely a trend that I've seen in the X-Men fandom, over and over and over again, and the sheer lack of trying to hide it just - galls me.

Like, with that headcanon post, it's not even that they don't think about Hank. Guess what? I don't care if people don't think about Hank. I think they're missing out, sure, but so what? Everyone in a fandom thinks everyone else is missing out on something, because everyone has a favourite that they like in a different way to everyone else.

It's the fact that they want to look like they're including him, and yet they can't be bothered to spending three seconds just - thinking, about something, even if it doesn't pass muster!

Like, 90% of these headcanon posts are completely garbage if you know these characters, they're mass produced fandom slop designed to slot these characters into pre-existing archetypes for better mass consumption, but you can really tell who they at least tried to cram into one of those archetypes? Hank, though? Ehhhhhhhhh.

But I have a special bone to pick here, that is intensely related to this point, and I'm gonna share it with you.

Let me introduce you to the O5xmen sub-Reddit.

I got invited to this place . . . oh, I don't know, probably about a month or two ago? I took a quick look around. It's fine. It's niche, but whatever, I run a Beast RP blog, who am I to judge for niche?

And then I noticed it, as I looked back through their history - which didn't take long, it's not been around for very long.

This was the second post in their sub-Reddit.

I will give you a hint, and tell you that no-one said Hank.

Oh, someone just came out and said it, that's nice.

You ready, kids?

So, uhh. Hank and Peter actually have the closest relationship of any of these people. They've worked together multiple times. Hank has come through in a pinch for Peter a ton of times.

It's almost like Hank is one of the most well connected X-Men characters because he's spent time on other teams, fostered other relationships and friendships, and broadened his horizons, and that has a tangible impact on things.

But whatever. They'd be 'science bros.' A nebulous fandom term for 'these two characters are nerdy and I don't want to spend any time examining that, so let's just sweep that under the rug!'

OP, you can just say you don't give a fuck about Hank, it's incredibly clear that no-one on this sub-Reddit does.

I just gave you four. Think harder.

And it's just that, ad nauseam.

Like, guys. Just admit you don't give a fuck! Stop pretending! Stop acting! 90% of people on Reddit read these threads on the toilet or during their commute, the 10% that actually does more than upvote or downvote are the real devotees of whatever the sub-Reddit in question is - and that 10% also cannot pretend to care!

And it's like . . . the natural retort is, okay, well, if it bugs you so much, why don't you do something about it?

The answer being that I do? That's what this blog is about? That's what my Reddit account is about, even? Look at my post history.

I am the number one Beast discourse generator on Reddit. Because there isn't a number two. I can only be active on so many sub-Reddits. Eventually, I get tired of having to be Hank's champion everywhere because people refuse to pick up a fucking book and read it properly - and, to go back to that O5Xmen sub-Reddit?

Why would I join it? It's full of people whose only conception of Hank is as a war criminal, or as 'the other one.' I can only fight so many uphill battles because people are bone-headed idiots. I refuse to be that one Beast guy you invite into your O5 discussion so I can elevate conversations about your fave while you in turn look at Beast and then swipe left. That isn't my cross to bear.

That's one of those things I like about Tumblr. I get to curate my friend circle a lot more aggressively, and I can just shut out anyone I don't want to interact with. The people I follow and am followed by here, the people I talk with on Discord, they're the people I know I can trust because I know that they're genuine. That's you guys. That's all of you. If you're reading this, that's you. You can read this because I can trust you and I know you're here out of a genuine interest.

But these other people? Pffft. Just say you don't like Hank and move on. Don't piss on my leg and tell me it's raining - and for the love of god, have some fucking fandom etiquette, and don't post in Hank's tag for the express purpose of saying he sucks, because that just makes you look like a fucking cretin.

. . . Anyway, thanks for letting me vent, goat. :P

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Proud (Sampo Koski)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Nine: Cuckolding

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Your relationship with Sampo is an odd one, but it works perfectly well.

  He’s quite the character. He’s funny. He’s charismatic. But you know something lingers below the surface. Something you’re not quite sure you’ll ever learn the entire depth of. You knew that from the very first time you’ve met him. And even though you’ve been seeing each other around for a very, very long time now, you don’t know quite who he is. You don’t know all that he does. But that’s not really required when the two of you have to do business together. You’re fine with being a little dumb. You’re fine with being in the dark. The thirty-five/sixty-five cut of money you get from this is more than generous. Especially when he’s the one shaking all the hands while you’re just sucking cock. You don’t get in his way. He doesn’t get in your way. And at the end of the day?

  Profit.

  Tonight was no different. You spent the first half of the night, being passed around a few important people. Being wined a bit more than you were dined. Giggling at jokes, hanging off of arms, smiling all bright and big and stupid- the whole works. The eventual talks turned a little more serious, and the buzz in your brain was a bit stronger. But that was fine. Sampo told you once that he does his job the best the longer you stay on your knees with your mouth full of dick. You told him you worked a little better when he watched you. Said you wanted to make him proud. Said you liked making him proud. 

  Well, tonight you’re making him proud alright. In fact, you’re making him more than proud. You’re making him more than a profit. More than a good deal.

  You’re making him hard. 

  You can see it almost too easily from your position. Whoever the leader of whatever group this is- he’s got you turned around and facing everybody else in the private room. Strong, calloused hands grabbing at your hips and helping you slide down on his lap with your panties pulled to the side. You think he’s a soldier. Maybe a guardsman. Maybe the head of the guards with just how confident and strong his grip is around you. Lifting you up on his lap and lowering you down at a lax place. Enjoying the way you whimper and you moan as his cock fills your insides. Soaking in the cheers of the other men he came with as they edge him on, leering compliments and insults in your direction. 

  And it’s great. It’s what you’re good at. Not the first man you fucked in front of a group. Not going to be the last one either since you managed to suck him off into agreeing with the terms of Sampo’s business deal. So you can deal with all the calls of slut and whore from his friends- even as they pull out their own cocks to start playing with them at the sight of you. You can play up the embarrassment and the whininess when he starts lifting up your dress and spreading your legs wider so that everyone in the room can get a good look at your pretty, pretty hole swallowing inch after inch after inch. You can deal with all of that.

  But you don’t know how you’re supposed to survive when your business partner keeps looking at you like that. 

  Because from where you’re being fucked- you can see everything. You can see it all. You can see him. As he lays back on the couch. Legs spread and shoulders relaxed. One arm propping him up. The other palming his clothed erection with slow, purposeful fingers. Feeling himself. Squeezing himself. Pleasing himself. Never once tearing his eyes away from your body. From your face. From you.

  It makes you moan louder. It makes you grind your hips harder. It makes you reach up and grab your chest through the fabric of your dress. Would it be too forward to take it off yourself? The man did sign the contract already. You don’t want to jeopardize any further dealings with this guy. But the wine is making it hard to focus on anything else but the blue-eyed gaze staring you down. Watching your carefully. Drinking you fully. And making you question if this relationship between you and Sampo Koski was ever going to stay strictly business.

  Because it’s easy for you. It’s being treated like a slut. Like a whore. Because that’s who you are. Because who you were for this man. It’s like second nature to decide to tug your dress off yourself and make a big show of the titty drop you know all his drunk buddies were just dying to witness. It’s like second nature to feel warm hands brush against your skin. To have some random man’s hand cup your newly freed breast and hold and squeeze as if you belong to him. To have that same man use his other hand to keep your body still as he fucks up into your pussy- rapidly thrusting in and out in a way that gets you moaning and your legs shaking in that way you know guys like to see. 

  But it’s not easy doing it in front of a guy you suddenly want.

  It’s not easy doing it when Sampo’s hot and heavy gaze never leaves you for a second. Not even when you close your eyes and try to pretend that it’s him that you’re fucking. That it’s his hands running up and down your sides. That it’s his voice whispering sweet nothings and dirty, dirty words of encouragement. That it’s his cock that’s stretching you. God, what would it look like? What would it feel like? Is it thick? Is it long? Does it have that curve to it that you always like in a guy? Is the color as pretty as he is?

  It makes your mouth water. It makes your mind race. All around you, there are voices cheering. Men asking for your attention- for you to look their way when you ultimately cum around their friend’s cock. But you’re so distracted. So, so distracted by the view of your business partner sitting back in the chair like he owns the fucking world. Like he owns you. And you want him to. Oh, how you want him to. It makes you wonder. It makes you think. It makes you question. Everything around you. Everything about him.

  Did he always sit with such confidence? Did he always carry such a look on his face when you were fucking his clients? Did he always touch himself to the sight of you being fucked for a profit? 

  And did he always look so proud when you’re on another man’s cock?

  Would he let you take the lead? Would he bend you over and fuck you like he should have since day one?

[mrsstarkey1]

lets just forget - topper thornton

A/N: I wrote this before szn 3 and just hadn't got around to posting it but this obviously does NOT take place in season 3 when topper is out of his mind 

SUMMARY: you're sulking over your crush on JJ, topper is grieving his relationship with Sarah, and you're both alone together.

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: pg-13 makeout

you, john b, pope, kie and jj were all sitting on john b’s porch, just talking. though, you weren’t saying much.

the sight of jj and kie sneaking glances at each other was practically making you sick. you hated that feeling. the feeling of someone having control over you. no one had ever had that control that jj did over you. and he didn’t even feel the same way.

you knew that. he obviously had feelings for kie, and you couldn’t blame him. she was great, and she was one of your closest friends.

of course, no one knew about your stupid little crush on jj. you had to keep up your reputation of not showing too much emotion.

kie and jj engaged in their own conversation, and you saw her push his shoulder playfully. that was your que. you stood up, “I’m gonna get going.” you grabbed a couple beers out of the cooler to go.

“see ya, y/n,” pope said, and you did your short handshake you two had made when you were in middle school.

you said bye to everyone else and left, walking along the street with no set destination. you didn’t really want to go home yet, so you ended up going to the beach. specifically the area that almost no one else knew about. the place you went when you wanted to be alone.

you sat down on the sand, twisting off the cap of your beer.

you watched the waves crash on the shore, taking a large gulp of the drink. “what’s got you drinking on the beach at 3 in the afternoon?” you glanced up to see the source of the voice.

topper. he was a kook, and he was an asshole. that’s pretty much all you knew about him. “what do you care?”

he sat down next to you, leaning back on his elbows. “I don’t. just making conversation.”

you took another swig, “right.”

he leaned his head back, sighing deeply. you handed him your other beer, noticing that he looked like he needed it. “alright kook, I’ll bite. what’s up?”

“girlfriend left me for a pogue.” he said, bringing the bottle to his lips.

“oh right. john b mentioned sarah. that’s tough.” he nodded, gesturing for you to explain why you were on the beach.

you sighed, “it’s stupid. just stupid feelings that I don’t want to have for someone that I shouldn’t have them for.”

“well, I guess we can both agree that feelings suck.” he said, and you nodded in agreement.

“cheers to that,” you held up your beer, and he klinked his against it.

you looked over at him, eyes trailing down his body, noting how tight his t-shirt was. “we could always do something that would distract us… something to forget about our feelings,” you suggested, meeting his eyes with a smirk.

“oh yeah?” he asked, amusement twinkling in his eyes. you nodded. positioning yourself on his lap, and his hands went to your waist, finding their way under your t-shirt, lightly tracing your skin.

he hungrily smashed his lips to yours, your lips moving in sync. he moved his lips to your neck, pulling off your shirt in the process, and you fiddled with the button on his shorts hastily.

and I’m sure you can imagine the rest.

looking back on that day, you always laughed at the words you’d used. “forget about our feelings.” it was ironic. you guys had no idea that you would end up developing the strongest feelings you’d ever felt.

part 2

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Crue always had great fits and no one can deny that but what are the worse outfits in your opinion

i’m SO happy you asked this anon!!

now there aren’t many group photos where all of them look busted, but there are a few where one of them looks so ridiculous it almost ruins the photo completely, here are some examples:

vince looks ridiculous but everyone else is kinda slaying (that top is so ugly what was he thinking fr) (no wait i lied i don’t think nikki’s outfit is a serve either)

the hat…peepaw i expected better from you :/ like he looks like an emo cowboy about to sing a really homoerotic sad gay song about his ex lover (think brokeback mountain if they were goth) ALSO nikki’s hat makes his head look small…so he also ruins the photo for me

the coat mick is wearing makes him look two apples tall…it’s actually so funny it throws off the rest of the picture (like they all look good but because that coat makes mick look so small i hate it/j)

but sometimes they individually have terrible looks

for me it’s this suit worn by tommy lee circa probs ‘85 (maybe ‘86) this shit looks terrible frfr…i know cheetah print was his fav (it’s actually mines too) but this is just excessive he looks like a gay guy who owns a secret underground gay club and he’s revered by all the gays in la…either that or a pimp. love the man but he looks ridiculous here it’s so bad

OK DONT KILL ME!! i just feel like mick could have used more variety during this era. he literally refused to take off this damn top during this entire era and i hate it. i would have much rather he wore the one from the smokin in the boys room mv, the red looks so much better on him. in other words: BORING!!

other times they just pull something like this:

they look terrible (positive) like absolutely astounding how terrible they look. vince and his resistance to wearing shoes is amazing. i wish i didn’t have to see it though.

i will say, the hardest part of doing these is ranking micks outfits because all he does is wear black. sometimes i think he’s an outfit repeater (there’s definitely evidence of that) which makes it worse since that’s the worst fashion crime you can commit! either way i think their most interesting era was theatre of pain because the things they wore…like who told tommy to wear those pants. this photoshoot was definitely their most boring one, no one’s really wearing anything really flashy.

ANYWAYS…these are just a few of my least favourite outfits (aka the ones i think sucked the most). anon, you’re right about them always having the best fits, because i definitely struggled picking a few of these out! i loved doing this though, and there’s probably even worse ones out there that i haven’t found yet!

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 12 thoughts:

Brian needs to watch the Barbie movie holy shit! (I understand the story takes place in 2011 and the movie doesn't exist there)

Just like, fuck get off Taylor's back. She is playing it too safe but also being too aggressive. Moving too fast but also not being aggressive enough! AHHHHHHHH!

Seriously, nearly every time Brian showed up in this arc I was yelling at him. Dude. Just back off.

Skitter fucking just, killing thousands of rats in a few minutes is absolutely terrifying. God I love her.

Hookwolf is a dick. I can't believe everyone else went along with him and gave the Travelers and the Undersiders shitty choices like that. I mean that's not true, I can believe it I'm just mad.

I legit forgot Imp existed until Tattletale mentioned leaving her at the meeting as a spy. I love how the way her power works combined with the writing style means she just disappears for the readers as well.

Loved seeing more of the Travelers and more Noelle. Excited to learn more about her (I don't have great feelings about her long term situation though).

Jack is such a fucking POSER oh my god!

He just. He thinks he's so cool. But he's not. Fucking "this is not an exit" reference and shit.

He is Tobey Maguire Spider-Man from Spider-Man 3. Just thinks he is the coolest shit. Everyone just has to accept it cause he got fancy knife powers.

Tattletale just fucking full confidence fucking with the Nine while standing right in front of them. She clearly knew it was high risk but she took it and she got results, spoiling Jacks plan with Cheri and shit.

That said, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MY BABY SOMEBODY HELP MY BABY! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! (Ok she's not like, my baby, that's Taylor. But she's still my baby.)

LOOK AT MY FUCKING DAUGHTER! FUCKING LOOK AT HER! HOW MANY PEOPLE DID SHE SAVE FROM SHATTERBIRD? HUNDREDS? THOUSANDS? SHE IS AMAZING!

She fucking needs therapy though. Saves more people than anyone else could have and is mad because she didn't do enough. God damn Taylor love yourself!

Danny is fine. Besides, he had warning so any injures are basically his fault. Git gud Danny. (Ok look that's a little unfair, but he messed up pretty bad with raising my daughter so I'm allowed to be a little unfair to him I think.)

And look at my daughter again! She goes and organizes people to help the wounded. Takes charge. Gets a cool butch lady that might never show up again to help. I hope she does show up again though.

AND THEN FUCKING MANNEQUIN! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

After he showed up I said "I don't know how the fuck she's gonna do it, but my daughter is gonna kick your ass". And then like a few paragraphs later I read "I have no idea how the fuck I’m going to do it but I’m going to make you regret that." This made me both happy - fun to say something and have Taylor say almost the same thing - and worried - cause when I said I didn't know how she was going to do it I kinda hoped she had a plan.

But then she fucking does it! She kicks his ass. She steals his arm. SHE RIPS HIS HEAD OFF! GOD DAMN! THAT'S MY FUCKING KID!

I do think she should hire the buff burly guy who helped her rip Mannequin's head off. He clearly has motivation and would be loyal. And maybe I want to see him more. For reasons.

But anyway she fucking wrecks Mannequin, makes him look like he lost a fight with a paint store. Just fucking clowned on him. She is so good.

Then the next day Brian comes in and fully focuses on how stupid it was to fight Mannequin, not really praising that she won or asking if she needs medical help. God damn bud!

But I loved how a fuck ton of people were like "Oh shit she beat Mannequin! I want to work for her." She's going to be so fucking famous soon.

Interlude 1 - Jack is a poser again. Sucks to be the Merchants, can't say I'll miss them. Jack trying to sound all clever with his carrot and sticks thing, but most of what he lists for the other Nine is really obvious. And he misses some stuff as well. Poser. I could lead the Nine better than him (not that I would lead the Nine, just that if I did I would be better than Jack).

Interlude 2 - God damn this is a doozy. Shit ton of Cauldron lore. Battery backstory. Assault backstory. I made a "now kith" joke when they fought for the very first time cause I didn't realize who they were yet. It was supposed to be a joke. I did not want them to end up together. They should not be together. Legend should not have allowed Assault to be on Battery's team. He was a bit of a dick for that. So much Cauldron lore though. I can't put it all here.