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[steddielations]

Steve doesn’t know if he should say something.

He knows, he obviously knows that Eddie’s been taking his clothes.

It’s like a routine at this point. They’ll be hanging around Steve’s pool or up on his roof getting high, Eddie will say he’s cold no matter what he’s wearing or how warm it is. And if Steve’s not wearing a jacket to give him, Eddie will go ruffle through Steve’s closet and at the end of the night, he always “forgets” to give it back before he leaves.

Steve’s not sure if Eddie’s just doing it to fuck with him or if it’s an actual reason. Like Eddie doesn’t have clothes, or his washer is broken and he can’t afford to fix it, or he doesn’t have money for the laundromat or something serious that Steve does not want to be insensitive about, but he’s seriously running out of clothes.

For fuck’s sake, he’s wearing his Christmas sweater from two years ago, he literally had nothing else in his closet.

He’s starting to think that’s the endgame here, that Eddie’s just waiting until Steve shows up bare ass naked so he can laugh in his face.

Finally, Steve decides to get some answers while they’re hanging out in Eddie’s room, wearing his too-small Christmas sweater that Eddie’s already teased him about.

“Eddie, is… is everything like… okay?”

Steve asks carefully, picking at threads on Eddie’s comforter.

Eddie’s fingers pause on his guitar strings, joint hanging out of his mouth as he gives Steve a curious look.

“You mean just in general or…? Because I’m far from what someone like yourself would consider “okay” but that’s normal for me.”

Steve looks around the room, noting the usual piles of Eddie’s clothes, recognizing a lot of his own. Doesn’t seem like Eddie’s in any shortage of things to wear, and his laundry always piles up. Nothing looks out of sorts, maybe he just hasn’t felt like doing it lately, and Steve doesn’t want to be insensitive if that’s the case either.

He minds his words, “I mean like, are things okay for you? Like around the house, your refrigerator’s working, your washing machine isn’t broken or anything?”

Eddie smirks, “What if they’re not? Is Handyman Harrington gonna put on his little toolbelt and fix it all up?” He always makes light when he senses something uneasy coming.

“Real funny. I’m serious, Eddie. Is there a reason you haven’t done laundry? If you’re not feeling up to it or something, I don’t mind helping.”

Eddie sobers a little then, putting his guitar down and dabbing out the joint in the ashtray on the bedside table, “Yes my washing machine works. Yes I can do my laundry, I’m just lazy as shit and letting it pile up. What’s this about, Steve?”

“Because you—” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, pulling it, flustered, “I’m literally wearing my Christmas sweater in goddamn October because you have all my clothes, dude.”

Something registers in Eddie’s gaze but he quickly deflects, laughing, “Oh is that why? I thought you just pulled out that little number ‘cause it's skin tight, you minx.”

“Is everything okay?” Steve doesn’t let him change the subject, offering gently, “If you need to borrow some money or use my washer or something then—”

“No, no that’s not it,” Eddie shakes his head, smile gone, seeming kind of nervous now, “I don’t need anything like that, Stevie.”

Steve sighs, at a loss, “So why do you keep taking my clothes, Eddie?”

Eddie lets out a small laugh, almost sad, a little bitter, “You’re really gonna make me say it, Harrington?”

“Say what? You can tell me,” Steve scoots closer to him on the bed. He tries to meet Eddie’s gaze, to make sure he knows he can tell Steve. Fuck, they saved the world together, they almost died together, he knows he can tell Steve anything.

So it sort of hurts when Eddie won’t look at him, or answer him, but Steve tries to be understanding.

“Okay,” he sighs, resigned, “It’s okay. You don’t have to tell me, but I’m just gonna need some of them back if that’s alright—”

“God, you really are something,” Eddie gives that same bitter laugh. It hurts, mostly because Steve knows there’s something deeper here, something’s hurting Eddie and he won’t tell Steve. “Of course, it’s alright. They’re your clothes, it’s not even… Fuck, it’s not even about the clothes.”

“So you were just fucking with me then?”

Eddie shakes his head, hands tugging his own hair, the way he does when he’s anxious, “No, it wasn’t a prank Steve.”

“You’re trying out a different style?”

“Definitely not.”

“Dustin dared you, or something?”

“No, it’s not like that—”

“So then why did you do it? I don’t—”

“Shit, Steve, I’m— I took them because they smell like you, alright?”

Steve’s mouth opens and closes several times.

“I… You… What?”

Eddie won’t look him in the eyes, sighing sharply down at the bed, “Don’t make me say it again.”

Steve blinks, asking slowly, “You… like the way that I smell?”

Eddie finally looks up at him, a heavy cloud behind his dark eyes as he admits, “Yes I do and not in a friend sort of way. In a way that I’m literally stealing all your clothes like a fucking weirdo just to feel like I’m hugging you at night, or something— I dunno, Steve. It helps with the nightmares.”

Steve’s heart is sort of doing flips in his chest.

That’s another reason why he waited so long to say anything. He doesn’t mind Eddie taking some of his clothes. He likes the idea of Eddie wearing everything that’s his, and not just as a friend helping out another friend. In a deeper way, in a way that he’s been suppressing because he didn’t want to ruin things with Eddie.

“That could still be a friend thing,” Steve says carefully, hoping that Eddie disagrees.

“It’s not a friend thing,” Eddie shakes his head, starting to move away from the bed and Steve’s stomach drops, “I don’t have ‘friend’ feelings for you, Steve. So I get it if you wanna walk out that door and never talk to me again. I’ll give all your clothes back, I shouldn’t have—”

Steve’s hand shoots out to Eddie’s knee, stopping him, rushing to say, “I don’t like you as a friend either.”

Eddie quickly looks up, expression careful, confused, “You— huh?”

“Fuck, that came out wrong, I just…” Steve sighs, bolsters himself up and rubs Eddie’s knee softly but with intent as he asks, “Eddie, can I hug you in a not-friend way?”

Eddie’s eyes flick up and down between Steve’s hand and his face about ten different times, gaze utterly wild, “Are you saying you have feelings for—”

“Just get over here and find out.”

Eddie’s grin mirrors Steve’s as he crawls across the bed. He’s tentative still, careful, so Steve just goes in, wrapping his arms around Eddie and pulling him against his chest. Eddie goes willingly, sliding his palms across Steve’s stupid Christmas sweater, his nose at Steve’s collar, breathing in deep.

Steve chuckles as Eddie burrows in, mumbling something about how good he smells.

Steve loves the way Eddie smells too, nuzzling into his hair, breathing in a hint of shampoo, smoke and something earthy, something Eddie. Steve loves the way he feels too, wants him impossibly closer.

“So why did you need so many of my clothes?” He asks softly after a while.

Eddie doesn’t lift his head when he replies, “Works best when the Steve smell is still strong. Had to get more when I sniffed it all up.”

Steve rolls his eyes, something like fondness tugging at his lips.

“You said it helps with nightmares?”

Eddie nods against him, admitting quietly, “On nights when my uncle works, it gets kinda creepy being alone here. Just having something that smells like you makes it feel like— I dunno, like you’re here with me. It’s weird.”

“It’s not. I wish I would’ve thought of that when my nightmares were bad,” instead of just not sleeping, or calling Robin all hours of the night. “Your uncle works tonight, right?”

“Yeah, he… yeah.”

Steve feels like he should be more nervous than he is, but Eddie hasn’t let up since the second Steve pulled him in, so he feels like he’s on the right track here.

“What if I stayed over? I have a feeling you’ll like hugging my sweater even more when I’m inside it.”

That makes Eddie burrow further into his neck, pressing a smile there.

“Already trying to get into my bed, Harrington? Should wait until at least the third hug for that,” playfully, Steve gives his side a little pinch, both of them chuckling, “Yeah, I’d like it if you stayed.”

Satisfied with that answer, Steve takes a risk, carefully wraps his hand around the back of Eddie’s legs, tugging a little to pull Eddie into his lap. Thankfully, Eddie wants it too. He sits atop Steve’s thighs and just melts into him, both of them sighing against each other.

Steve rubs broad circles across Eddie’s back, soothing the fabric of his yellow sweater that seems to be Eddie’s favorite to steal. He smiles into Eddie’s hair, feeling so warm and buzzing pleasantly all over.

It could’ve been hours gone by, Steve basking in Eddie’s body heat, in the weight of him, condensation forming against his neck where Eddie’s breathing him in. He pulls back a little, studies the blissed out look on Eddie’s face.

He blinks slowly at Steve, “Hey.”

Steve shakes his head, chuckling softly, “Hey, dummy.”

“Dummy?” Eddie parrots, grinning.

“Yeah. You’d rather steal my entire wardrobe than just give me a hug?” Steve squeezes him a little, “What if you wanted to kiss me, hm? Would you steal my chapstick?”

He lets his eyes linger on Eddie’s lips, hoping he gets the hint, takes the subtle offer.

Eddie’s finger toys with his collar, brushing the bone there as he murmurs back, “If you’d just kiss me I wouldn’t have to steal your chapstick to know how you taste.”

Steve tips his head back with a soft laugh before cupping Eddie’s face, “God, c’mere, you idiot,” then leans in and presses their smiling lips together.

It’s sweet at first, just gently pecking each other. Then the kisses last longer, grow deeper, tasting each other. Steve’s mouth falls open in a sigh, letting Eddie lick inside, sucking lightly on his lip.

Kissing Eddie is everything, a deep warmth simmering in Steve’s bones that he can’t get enough of. He wants it all over him, wants to clothe himself in it, burrow inside Eddie and never come out.

He leans back against the pillows, taking Eddie with him in his lap. The movement makes them rub together in a way that has Steve humming against Eddie’s lips, gripping his hips as a new kind of pleasure lights inside him.

Eddie pulls back then, laughing breathlessly.

“Okay,” he nuzzles their noses together, grinning as he mumbles, “We gotta relax or I’m gonna have to steal another pair of your underwear too.”

Steve playfully rolls his eyes as he moves his hands elsewhere, wrapping them around Eddie’s back.

Then, a beat later, it clicks and his brows furrow.

“Wait, what do you mean another pair, Munson?”

Eddie laughs and quickly dives back in for another kiss, silencing any more questions from Steve.

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[weirdenbyferret]

Day 2, Squid and Carnivorous

LOOK AT THIS PRETTY MAN HE SO PRETTY AHHH

First chapter of my mermay fanfic and some doodles. Warning, this newest chapter has blood

How flamboyant cuttlefish reader is put together and drawn is inspired by @zus-a-fungi's cuttlefish eclipse!!

[rashoumon-homo]

- Bottom Dazai Week 2024 -

Day 2 - Disproportionately Sized

5/14/24 - “I’ll make it fit.”

Dazai thinks that since Chuuya is so short, he must have a small dick too. Chuuya proves him wrong.

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Ever since Dazai had started working at the same company as Chuuya, he’d been trying to annoy him constantly. At first it was just a little irritating, but then he started digging into Chuuya’s biggest insecurity: his height. Chuuya didn’t consider himself a naturally angry person, but working with Dazai was really testing his patience.

Everything came to a head when they’d gone out with the team for drinks on a Friday night. They were all a little tipsy and Dazai had decided that was the best time to pick another fight. He was being all condescending about their height difference again, but when he made some comment about, “Poor Chuuya, it’s probably so hard to find a lover when you have a tiny body and a tiny dick,” Chuuya finally snapped.

“Who said I have a small dick?” he shot back.

“Well, it’s just basic proportions,” Dazai said. “You’re so short that even a proportionately average dick would be small compared to most.”

Chuuya seethed. “Fine, don’t believe me, see for yourself.” He was fully about to whip it out right there, but Dazai stopped him.

He leaned over and whispered, “Or you could take me back to your place and prove it there.”

***

The front door of Chuuya’s apartment hardly has time to slam shut before he’s shoved Dazai against the wall. They’re a mess of hot breath and tongues, grinding against each other like they’re trying to get off through their clothes.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” Dazai groans. His head tips back, giving Chuuya access to kiss and bite along his neck. Chuuya growls against his skin in response, fingers clawing at the buttons of his shirt. At this rate, he’s sure to rip some of them off, but Dazai is too horny to care.

He pulls Chuuya in by the belt, holding him in place and grinding against him. Even with layers of clothing in the way, he can feel the heat of his cock against his own, and damn if that motherfucker isn’t hung.

“So that’s where those extra inches went,” Dazai murmurs with a smirk.

Chuuya returns it, and leans in to whisper against his ear, “Wait till you see what I can do with ‘em.”

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[dahfloofysmol]

I am back with another top Till/bottom Ivan fic 🫡 I really like the concept of Ivan being an idol/actor who has to pretend that he’s this mysterious person, when in actuality he’s baby girl 👍 I especially got inspired that in canon he likes sweets, and how in the actual actor Au he used a cute pink blanket to dry off. Ivan adores Till, a musician that’s pretty popular. They cross paths occasionally, but Till hasn’t interacted with him one on one. Till obviously (temporarily) hates the guy because he’s a total asshole to his fans and staff (from what he’s heard), and that goes against what he thinks people should do (Till’s an ass, but at least he knows it and doesn’t pretend otherwise)

For the Alien Stage fans out there, I see you guys 😭 I hope the comfort/mild angst helps 🥲

[enbyfrogwrites]

anywayyys, my computer like died four times when tryna finish chapter two….so uh. Yea here’s the link to that poolverine fic-

boink

[ltfemrry]

No rules.

Tags: Louis Top | Harry Bottom | H Intersexual | Many kinks

Chapters: 7/?

Words: + 10k

Harry is a boy with fixed beliefs, he knew that the subject of sex only has to be talked about when he is in a marriage, but still, he was curious, wanting to know what it feels like to be touched.

"But isn't this bad?" Harry whispers. "It's not bad if I touch you" Louis replied as he kisses him.

[hjbender]

A few minutes ago I was having trouble logging in to AO3. Basically, it wouldn't let me. I kept getting forcefully logged out. I decided to check the Current Issues on the site before sending in a report, and I was able to finally log in through the main login page.

It's extremely rare for me to experience any kind of issues with AO3, and if it can happen to me, well, I guess others might be experiencing it too.

[kayleeofcamelot]

Go ahead and lick it up

Written for week one of @steddiesmuttyseptember

Part 1 of the Bombshell Series. Part 2

Prompt: make-up sex | service dom | mile high club | pillow princess

Rated: E

Word count: ~9k

Tags: Modern AU, Different first meeting, Soft Dom Eddie Munson, Top Eddie Munson, Nepo Baby Steve Harrington, kissing, frottage, blowjob, handjob, anal fingering, anal sex, cum play, cum feeding

It’s been months since Eddie had someone to play. He's desperately looking for a Sub, so that he turns to ‘Spanx' - an online platform similar that matches BDSM couples on their compatibility - where he finds ‘S’, a young pretty man with gorgeous chest hair and constellations of moles, who won't tell Eddie his full name nor show him pictures of his face.

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'The Sub though only shakes his head, grinding their crotches together. “Don't wanna… don't wanna stop.”

It comes out breathless, the man too focused to chase his release to really acknowledge what Eddie's trying to get across. The Dom should be annoyed, but the eagerness is kind of endearing. He still can't let the Sub take over, and isn't willing to give up being in charge, so after the next grind down when ‘S’ draws away a bit, Eddie's hands wrap around the strong sides of the man, keeping him from continuing. His sweetheart lets out an annoying sound, between a huff and a whine, and Eddie has to bite down a chuckle in response.

“I'm not opposed to keep this going, but why don't we move this elsewhere, sweety?”

Eddie's gaze wanders to a closed door, unfamiliar with the layout of the house.

“Wanna- -” ‘S’ swallows loudly and licks his lips, cleaning up some of the spit clinging to it, “wanna go to the bedroom?”

“If you're comfortable with that, yes.”

In a heartbeat, the Sub scrambles off the couch, urgently pulling Eddie behind him towards a door down the corridor.'

....

'But the Dom isn't having it. Right before ‘S’ can climax, he pushes off and pins the hands back above the pretty head where he left them, while the younger man thrashes around underneath him, crying out in frustration “So close. Please let me come.”

Eddie looms over the man, getting high on the power he holds over his sweetheart, drinking up the desperation.

He takes a bunch of caramel hair by the roots and tilts back the Sub's face so he has to look at Eddie before he barks, “Do that again and I'll not let you come at all. Understood?”

‘S’ stammers for a bit, unable to come up with a witty response, looking at the Dom wide eyed.

“Ye… Yeah. Understood.”

“Good boy. Now let me make you feel good.”'

[nursal1060writes]

Summary:

Jason was 16 when he died - he had never been in a relationship and is now too scared to look for one.

Luckily for him, Tim knows all about him, including his virginity, and wants to take it.

Bottom Jason Todd Week: Virginity Kink

@bottomjasontoddweek

[pink-alien-queen]

Explicit, One Shot, 4864 words

Summary: In which Husk calls Angel daddy in an attempt to give him a taste of how strange it feels whenever Angel does it to him. And it is strange. Because to both their shock, the reverse is… Kind of hot?

Or Husk realizes being called daddy and calling Angel daddy feels entirely different.

[robinbuckled]

me when i do my nightly check on the pjhazel tag on ao3 and the number of fics has actually gone down

[steddielations]

“Evening, sir.”

It’s the Harrington boy. Again.

“I told you, son, it’s Wayne,” he manages a smile, harder to do these days, like chipping it out of cement and dusting it off. But he gets it done.

Steve doesn’t have the Henderson boy with him today, that’s a first.

“Where’s the curly one?” He steps aside, letting Steve into the trailer door, more rickety than before. No money left to fix it after repairing the bulk of the earthquake damage.

“Dustin? He doesn’t wanna watch the game, and trust me, you don’t wanna listen to that kid complaining the whole time,” Steve walks by, sorta chuckling to himself, “I always miss the replay ‘cause he makes me change the channel to those D&D cartoons during the commercials, just like—”

He stops in front of the couch, looking over his shoulder at Wayne like he’s afraid he messed up somehow. Wayne noticed that look often from him, less and less, but still often. All that confidence he carries can drop on a dime, sorta reminded him of—

“Like Ed?”

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“S’alright. I don’t mind talking about him if you want,” Wayne manages another concrete smile, but he means it. Steve always waits for him to bring up Eddie first, like he doesn’t want to remind him if it ain’t on his mind, but Wayne likes to be reminded. It’s nice to feel like he’s not the only one missing him. “But the game was yesterday and y’know the cable’s out.”

“Yep, got it covered. I uh, I taped it,” Steve fishes a VHS tape from his back pocket. Fancy. Wayne would worry about him using that for his sake, but he has a feeling Steve’s folks aren’t around enough to notice.

“The Colts win?”

Steve flips the tape around, “Haven’t watched it, so we can bet on it if you’re feeling lucky.”

It doesn’t feel so dry and heavy when Wayne laughs a bit then, waving Steve to go ahead and start up the TV. He already caught the game on the radio, but he bets on the Colts anyway. Loser’s supposed to do the dishes after they scrounge together some soup, but Steve does them anyway.

Wayne would make a stink about it but he can tell Steve just wants to help, to feel like he’s helping. Same thing when the Henderson boy comes around to see him, wanting to hear all the stories, even the scary ones. So Wayne doesn’t mind letting Eddie’s friends feel like they’re helping him.

His nephew didn’t have many friends. Real, cover-your-six kinda friends. The boys he played his music with, they’ve come by a couple times, Wayne always liked Jeff despite the racket. That older fella that’s doing time now, Wayne wasn’t too fond of. And some of Eddie’s dungeon buddies he talked about were the only few.

Now, casual acquaintances? Anybody who didn’t have anywhere else to sit when he had an empty spot at his table? Sure, Eddie had those in spades.

His boy was good at that, putting on a good old show for his crowd, on a stage to keep his distance. That damn Al did him in good, never could trust easily, having his old man pop up and drag him into his mess before he took off again. And Eddie’s poor momma would’ve done right by him, if she hadn’t gotten sick so young.

Took Wayne a long time to get Eddie to depend on him, to trust this was his place to stay and he didn’t have to earn it, Wayne wasn’t just filling his head to scheme something out of him.

Love ain’t a transaction that way. He wasn’t ever any good at saying it, but he tried to show Eddie the best he could.

His boy though, always carried a debt with him. Like he owed Wayne something for taking him in, had to graduate quick and make it outta here, do something with the better life he gave him. Al dug him in so deep, Eddie stayed roped into whatever his latest scheme was (the cars, the dealing, the gambling, thank God Eddie wasn’t there when the goddamn robbery went wrong, 25 to life) like maybe it’d be enough to keep him from running off again.

The odds have never been in favor of people like them, poor folk in a town that’s stuck in its ways, where everybody’s just like their old man, but Al made his choices and Wayne made his. Rest their mother’s soul, she did her best. Part of Wayne was relieved when Al got locked up, at least Wayne had a better chance of keeping Eddie from going down the same path, try to raise him right.

Being a Munson wasn’t a crime. He didn’t owe a darn thing to anybody. Eddie could graduate at his own pace, play whatever games and music he wanted, dress however, that didn’t mean he was up to no good. And a lot of boys get into dealing for a little easy extra money around here, he was gonna grow out of that just like Wayne did.

It worked until all this mess.

That’s why Eddie ran off after what happened to the poor Cunningham girl. He gets spooked when something goes wrong, like it’ll be the last straw he can’t make up for so he runs off. Like the first time he didn’t make senior year, went and hid out with that Rick fella that Wayne never did like, got Eddie deep into that business he tried to keep a secret.

‘Course Wayne knew. He knows exactly what and where his boy hides. If those damn cops weren’t tailing him, he would’ve gone straight to get him.

That was before he knew it would turn into all of this. Now he wishes he would’ve done it anyway. Gone right to Eddie, told him it wasn’t his fault that everything got all turned upside down. Told him he knew he was innocent right from the get-go, and got him away from this rotten old town.

But he didn’t.

He didn’t go get his boy.

So now he’s just trying to be there for Eddie’s boys, since he can’t.

“You have a night shift tonight right? Gonna put on a pot of coffee,” Steve says once he’s finished up the dishes.

Wayne hums. There’s usually more noise going on during these visits. Steve’s still alright at carrying on, even without the Henderson boy’s chatter to fill any gaps.

It was strange, the first time the two of them showed up. Wayne knew Eddie was close with Dustin, but he didn’t have a clue that he was chumming it up with the Harrington boy. Just don’t seem like the same type of company. He might not believe it if it weren’t so obvious that Steve cared about his boy. He suspected before, but now with Steve showing up here alone, he knows.

Steve misses Eddie in a different sorta way than Dustin.

“No cream or sugar, right?” Steve looks humored by that as he passes the mug of black coffee to him, “How are you related to Eddie again?”

Wayne’s mouth turns upward, remembering his nephew’s god awful sweet tooth. He picked up a box of Honeycombs the other day in the store out of habit. “Just happened to be standin’ there when they beamed him down.”

That gets a good chuckle out of Steve. Nothing wistful weighing it down and Wayne’s glad, watching Steve pour himself a cup of coffee too.

Then bitter-sweetness swirls in his chest, seeing the mug that Steve chose for himself. Must’ve dug it out from one of the boxes Wayne hadn’t hung back on the walls yet. The earthquake did a number on his collection. That Garfield one was the only one he’d gotten around to gluing back together.

“What is it?” Steve asks, cup paused at his mouth.

“Ah nothin’ just,” Wayne waves it off, “That’s the mug Ed always used.”

“Oh, I can use a diff—”

“Nah, nah go ‘head. It’s fine.”

Unconvinced, Steve takes a wary sip.

Mostly these days, Wayne just feels like a watch without a ticker, a chest with nothing beating inside it. He can’t name the feeling he has at seeing Eddie’s old mug being used by someone else, but at least it’s something.

“Y’know, he used to put everything in that sucker. Soda pop, soup, cereal, you name it,” Wayne shakes his head, mouth twitching into a smile, “I’d have to wrestle it away from him just to give it a good washing. It’s well loved, alright. Leaks now.”

As if on cue, Steve has to grab a napkin to sit underneath it.

Wayne lets out an amused hum, “He uh— Didn’t have much stability ‘fore he came to live with me, so he’d get real attached to things like that.”

Carried around a stuffed dragon they picked up at a garage sale ‘til Wayne couldn’t sew the wings back on anymore. Never wanted to throw anything away. Got real anxious about Wayne going to work sometimes, even when he was too old for a sitter. Held onto him saying “Stay home just today, Dad, please.” Which, he didn’t mind Eddie calling him that. It always softened him up, made him give in. Wishes now that he’d told Eddie upfront. Maybe he never would’ve stopped.

“Thought for sure he’d marry that damn guitar one day.”

Steve nearly sputters his coffee, laughing at that, “Yeah, those two are made for each other.”

It’s nice, seeing the way that story lit Steve up. Sorta like his boy can still make someone happy. Hurts like hell that he ain’t here to do it himself, but Wayne was always good at telling stories. That’s where Eddie learned it from.

“I’m uh,” Steve deflates after a minute, looking down at the mug, “God, I’m just really sorry, Wayne.”

“Yeah. I’m sorry too, Steve,” he says, because, well.

Wayne gets the feeling that his boy was Steve’s boy too.

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[rashoumon-homo]

- Bottom Dazai Week 2024 -

Day 7 - There’s My Man

5/19/24 - Free Space (Trans Dazai)

Dazai has a strict boundary around not using his front hole during sex. But he’s come to realize recently that he enjoys the physical feeling of it as long as there’s no associated dysphoria. Chuuya helps him explore that realization some more.

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The sound of squelching and soft moans filled the empty bedroom. A shiver ran down Dazai’s spine as he thrust the dildo in and out of himself, bare back arching off the tangled sheets. Slick dripped out of him onto the towel he’d set under his hips.

For just a moment, just when he felt his orgasm approaching (but not a moment sooner), he let himself imagine the dildo was a real cock— Chuuya’s cock. He imagined Chuuya propped over him, breathing hard and groaning with each sinful drag of his hips. And he pretended, as red-hot sparks gathered in his core, that this scene was something he could realistically experience. That it would be possible for him to even be worked up to this point if Chuuya was really fucking him like this.

The wave of his orgasm crashed over him, punching a cry from his open mouth. He fucked himself slowly through the ebb and flow of tensing muscles until it was too much stimulation to bear. He relaxed back onto the bed, catching his breath and letting himself zone out for a few minutes to bask in the euphoric bliss. His phone pinged from somewhere amongst the sheets. He blindly felt around for it, then held it up to check the message on the screen.

Chibi: On my way home from work

Chibi: Thai food sound good for dinner?

Dazai shot back a quick “sure” before starting to clean up. He grabbed a couple tissues and held them under the dildo as he pulled it out to catch the slick dripping off the toy. Still holding tissues under it, he carried it to the bathroom and ran it under warm water.

As the high of the orgasm faded away, Dazai’s dysphoria came back with a vengeance. He and Chuuya had sex all the time, but he’d never get to experience his fantasies in real life. Even if he was brave enough to try using that hole instead of doing anal, he already knew he’d never be able to orgasm that way. Sure he could do it while masturbating, but something about being seen like that by another person, being fucked in a hole he shouldn’t technically have… even if the other person was Chuuya, he didn’t think he could do it. Dazai set the dildo by the sink to dry and hopped in the shower to wash off the sticky mess between his legs.

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[roseshewrites]

"Some RadioApple Fun"

"Has it been so long that a little kiss has your knees shaking?" Alastor muttered into his ear with a little growl. "And tonight, I would love for you to be naked in my bed. But just you."

 

"Huh? Just me?"

 

Alastor chuckled, the radio in his voice hinted with a bit of darkness, "Oh, Lucifer, you didn't know. I like to *play with my food.*

[lilac-hecox]

Title: All's Well That Ends Well (To End Up With You)

Pairing: Ian/Anthony - ianthony, Side pairing of Shayne/Courtney

Rating: Spicy

Summary:

“It’s beautiful, right?” Ian hears Anthony ask, his voice drawing Ian from his own thoughts.

Ian looks up and sees Anthony standing there, a long sleek line in his dress shirt and pants, his tattooed hand curled around a flute of champagne that matches Ian’s own.

Ian nods in agreement and sips from his own flute before he answers Anthony.

“Yeah, it is, and kinda crazy.”

The two of them are on the sidelines of the party as they watch Courtney and Shayne fuck around by the pool with Chanse, and Arasha, and Spencer. The group crouched near the water while Angela filmed the whole lot of them, cackling and filling the air with joyous laughter.

“I think this must be what parents feel like when their kids get married,” Anthony says as he watches the other cast members laugh and celebrate.

“Anthony, we aren’t that much older than the rest of them,” Ian scoffs.

Notes: This was written as a commission from @shaynesunderstudy who wanted Ian and Anthony confessing to one another at Shayne and Courtney's wedding reception party and hooking up.