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lildoodlecat · 1 year

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Guess what arrived a few days ago!!!!!! I've been super excited the whole time but I had to work around my own brain to Do the Task of taking pictures so at last the time has come (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

I'm once again a packrat and bought both the B&N exclusive and the special edition bc of course I wanted the merch AND the interior comic ✨✨

Under the cut bc this is gonna get long

Full spread first!! At an angle as I physically fight the light over our table

Then reverse sides ♥️♥️

Gorgeous posters!!!!!! The one on the left is one of my favorite illustrations by moo so I'm extra ecstatic to have that as a poster!! (Even if it is bent.. bc of packaging... sigh)

Stickers by @/foxyjoy-art again!! Their style is so super cute and I really love these! Esp the silly lil Xue Yang in the corner sjxkd you mischievous lil guy what are you doing here

Bookmark :D already started using it on my reread so I had to take it out for this shoot

Adorable postcards!!! The other side is just the book covers but I love those as well

notebook!! i don't.. really know what i'll use this for since it's perfect bound and the inside is lined a bit like a child's notebook lol

like this is super cute but i don't have a practical use for it yet?? my sister suggested i put my stickers in it to save them since i've yet to put them anywhere else and that could be fun i suppose but idk idk if it was spiral bound it'd be a lot more convenient aslkdfjjk

lastly here's a teeny tiny comic sneak peak (the same first page the artist shared already) and the back cover!!!!! aaaa i'm so excited to actually read the extras and such again since i only ever read the mdzs fan tl once :D ik the comic is for one of the extras so i'll probably wait until i get there to read it proper

and that's it!!! now i just have to find room for the posters... hmm......

#love getting new little gay arts #im so happy to have all of mdzs in print now too!!#i do be running out of wall space.. and shelf space tho... the accumulation is showing #jay yells #mdzs

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tismrot · 8 months

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The uwu-fication of Good Omens

I’m not saying this to piss on anyone’s parade, everyone can like whatever they want and I realize that people who are perhaps… not experienced in traumatic adult relationships and/or aren’t bitter remnants of whatever ray of light they were supposed to be - I realize their fiction will probably be (for lack of better words)… light and easy.

I also realize that due to the collective heartbreak we’ve experienced after the end of season 2, a little fluff is perhaps needed. Again, not defecating on any crowds - but, like, we did watch the same show, right?

There are some REALLY good meta out there, as well as some fics and some art that really captures the essence of both Crowley and Aziraphale, and the context they struggle within.

…And then there are fics and art/comics where particularly Crowley is reduced to this very tsundere, cranky-despite-secretly-affectionate anime character who blushes and gets ✨ve-y angy✨ whenever he gets a kiss on his cheek or something and I’m like… okay? But. That’s not Crowley, is it? (Yes, you can make him into a hemipened waifu pillow for all I care, go do what makes you happy) - it’s just… You know?

Crowley and Aziraphale are (despite their celestial origins) - at their core - two middle aged, closeted, homosexual men who used to work for two equally oppressive, evil and incompetent fascist governments. That’s why they meet on the benches in the park, like all the other agents sent from other oppressive nations and agencies. The book was written during the last years of the cold war, and during the height of the AIDS crisis. Correct me if I’m wrong, but the first meds for HIV came in 1992 - being gay and being seen with the enemy could bring about equally terrifying death sentences. Yet, they do their best to thwart their Cold War, and then, the nuclear apocalypse.

After barely succeeding, they become as close as they dare to be, and they both know they love each other. Of course they do. That’s why Crowley wants them to stop pretending they don’t. He already assumes Aziraphale knows, because HE DOES KNOW.

Crowley isn’t (canonically) an uwu angy tsundere snek. He is a miserable ex-agent screaming at his closeted, gay lover for refusing to run away with him after 6000 years of war. Crowley is the opposite of tsundere, he is an open, aching wound.

Aziraphale isn’t a kawaii angel cup of hot chocolate, he is a desperate and scared idealist who is threatened into compliance by Great Leader, and who secretly wants nothing more than to let go of all propriety and just allow himself to be happy and freely experience life and love with the man he’s wanted all along, far from all oppression both from society and Heaven.

You guys, this is a story about fighting oppression for love. I just wanted to make sure we’re all on the same side.

And perhaps I’m just old, perhaps my experiences with multiple failed relationships, friendships and my own fallen idealism tints my glasses… But I feel a certain way about all the uwu. I’m sorry. Do uwu if you want. I’m gonna focus on the OPPRESSION, because - apparently - that’s the wall my socks stick to.

And yeah, I know this is very old man yells at cloud. Younger people (or people who just aren’t exactly like me) seeing this show or reading the book deserve the right to play around with it, just like I do. I know, I know, I know. I just needed to say this. Slay me if you must.

End of rant. Thank you for coming to my depression.

EDIT: Yes, I made the Avril Lavigne thing further down. Yes, I am a hypocrite. I’ve made my peace with this.

#aziraphale x crowley #crowley #crowley edits #crowley x aziraphale #good omens 2 #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #innefable husbands #good omens fandom

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cassiopeialunax · 2 months

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Faster n Harder- Matt Sturniolo

I can't fucking stand him. the constant eye fucking me through the window is driving me insane, how does he get to do this to me? he doesn't even know me! it's infuriating!

*FLASHBACK*

"Y/N! WE HAVE NEW NEIGHBOURS!" my roommate, Sabrina, yells to me. "and that's my business, how?" i retort, in all honesty I couldn't give two shits about the new neighbours, for all i care, they can suck my dick, "girl, they're triplets! and ones gay, he can join girls night!" Sabrina squeals, why's she so happy about this? "no thanks, I'm antisocial" i state before throwing myself onto my bed "now disappear, I'm tryna watch my beautiful self in Cobra Kai" i say as I wave her off "Y/N, girl, you might wanna close those curtains of yours, Matt, the middle triplet, he's gonna be in the room opposite your window, and we ALL know how you walk around your room in literally just a bra and mini shorts" she giggles at me before skipping out of my room. "BECAUSE IT'S HOT OUT!" i yell before reluctantly getting off of my bed, accidentally making eye contact with the boy next door, he types on his phone before holding it up to the window 'Cute bra, the bow really adds detail' I read from the screen "WEIRDO!" i yell before closing the curtains

*PRESENT DAY*

"Y/N, IM INVITING PEOPLE OVER!" Sabrina yells, it's muffled for me, I'm listening to straight bangers, 6arelyhuman please wife me up.

"So I party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar!" i sing along to the song , my hands running up and down my body as i dance around my bedroom, 80s rock bands (such as, Mötley Crüe, Guns n Roses, Metallica etc etc) tapestrys and posters littered across the walls, before settling down at my vanity and reapplying a couple layers of black lipstick, "Cause I go faster and harder, faster and harder" the lyrics echo through my room, I toss the lipstick back into my makeup bag before walking over to my closet "black, black, black, white, black, black, pink? when did that get there?" i mumble to myself as I flick through articles of clothing "aha! finally" i squeal as I grab a 'Sex Pistols: The Filth and The Fury' tank top, pairing it with some denim mini shorts and neutral grey Air Jordan 1's

"p-p-p-p-party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar, everyday i go hard riding in my sports car" i sing along to the song as I pull the outfit on.

{MATTS POV}

the neighbour, Sabrina I think her name is, just invited me and my brother's over, i already know her roommates here because I can hear her fucking music, she has this thing where it's never loud enough, normally I wouldn't care, but it's always sexual songs, yesterday it was 'Yummy- Ayesha Erotica' and 'Or Nah- The Weeknd' and now? 'Faster n Harder' I don't even know who it's by, but it's driving me insane, she's always dancing along to it too, how do I know? because her curtains are always open, no matter what, it's like she wants me to stare...

"Matt, kid, you good?" my brother, nick, asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts, "yeah, uh, where's the bathroom at? I've gotta fuckin piss" i ask Sabrina, she points upstairs and tells me it's the first door on the right, as I walk up the stairs the music gets louder, should I go in? no that's fucking weird Matt don't be a freak.....

"party like a rockstar, look like a pornstar!" her voice echoes

...fuck it

{Y/N POV}

the vibe is fucking ruined the second my door opens, Matt? what the fucks he doing here "ew perv! get out of my room, what are you doing here! actually don't answer that I don't give a fuck! get out!" i say as I shove him out, only resulting in him pinning me against the wall, my hands above my head as he holds them there, 'whys this hot at fuck?' ew gross, don't think that

"ever since I moved next door you have been constantly teasing me, and now? now I'm gonna do something about it" he says as he stares into my eyes, his pupils blown, the look of lust covering his face "oh yeah? what're you gonna do? huh?" i taunt "well first, I'm gonna rip those pretty little shorts off of you, then I'm gonna tear that shirt off, and then I'm gonna bend you over and fuck that perfect little pussy of yours" he says, and holy fuck I am drenched.

his hands reach the button of my shorts, frantically undoing the zipper and unbuttoning them before shoving them down my legs "arms up" Matt commands, his voice rough and eager, I do as he says, i want this, scratch that, need this, he pulls my shirt off and tosses it across my room before shoving me onto the bed "you were right.. you do look like a pornstar" he says as his eyes scan my body "turn around, face down ass up" I comply, rolling onto my stomach and arching my back, *slap* his hand connects with my ass, the pain mixing with pleaser causing me to whimper "shhh pretty girl, don't want anyone hearing us do we?" he says, lowly "please" i beg "please what? Y/N, what do you want? you want me to fuck you?" he coos in a condescending manner "shut up, I'm not fucking saying it" i say as i roll my eyes "only time your eyes are gonna be rolling is when im fucking you, is that clear?" matt growls as he unbuckles his belt and kicks the door shut "whatever" i scoff before his belt connects with my ass "careful, or I'm gonna fuck that attitude out of you" he warns. "do it pussy, you won't" i challenge, gasping as I feel his tip rub against my soaked panties "I'm gonna fucking ruin you" he whispers into my ear before tearing my panties off of me and slamming into me, giving me no time to adjust "aye dios mio!" i cry out "shut the fuck up, we don't need everyone knowing how much of a whore you are for me" Matt mutters as he covers my mouth, his hips slapping against my ass as he plunges in and out of me. "f-fuck Matt, fucking me so good" i moan, my voice muffled by his hand "yeah? you like me fucking you like the slut you are?" he asks as he snakes his hand around my waist and down to my clit, rubbing at it with a slow pace, before increasing it by an insane amount, my cunt clenching around his cock as a warm sensation bubbles up in my lower stomach "oh my god" i whimper "not god, me" matt says as he pounds into me, hitting my G-spot perfectly "fuck! Matt I'm so close" i moan, he slaps my ass again "hold it." he demands as he takes his hand off of my mouth and wraps it around my neck "open your eyes sweetheart, want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I fuck you" he groans as he presses wet kisses to my neck, i look into the mirror, immediately making eye contact with him as he grabs my hair and yanks me up, my back pressing against his chest as he repeatedly fucks into me faster and harder "Matt im begging you, please let me cum, i need to cum, i cant hold it anymore" i plead, tears of pleasure rolling down my face "let go for me pretty girl, give me all you got" Matt groans as he somehow thrusts into me faster.

I let out an almost pornographic moan as I cum over his cock, my legs shaking and my eyes rolling back, i feel him twitch inside of me, "where do you want it?" he asks, his voice low and breathy, "inside, please, need it inside of me" I blabber, that's all Matt needs to hear as his warm seed shoots into me, ropes and ropes of hot sticky cum coating my walls as he moans into the nape of my neck, thrusting into me a couple more times before pulling out "fuck, i should've done that sooner" he chuckles lowly as he presses a soft kiss to my head "lay down, beautiful, I'll clean you up" Matt whispers as he walks into the bathroom grabbing a cloth and turning the warm water on, coating the cloth with it before making his way back to me "feelin' okay?" Matt asks as he presses soft kisses to my inner thighs before gently wiping the towel over my sensitive pussy "yeah" i whisper "c'mon, we can cuddle and watch some shitty movie" Matt says as he lays beside me, pulling my black silk sheets over us and wrapping his arm around my waist...

thank god sabrina invited them over today

the outfit I described because the link is being a cunt:

TAGLIST !!

@nedsmarie44 @hoesformatt @muwapsturniolo @guccifrog @thenickgirl @mattslolita @ssqra @mattsivy @luverboychris

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #smut #Spotify

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muscleloverz69 · 4 months

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Frat Pheromones

“BRO,” Chad yelled across the frat house, his muscular arms wrapped across the tiny nerd's back as he lifted him into the air in a bear hug. He couldn’t believe the nerdy chemistry major had done it.

Chad’s girlfriend Cassy had been such a bitch lately and Chad was getting worried so he had asked this nerd for help. All he had to do was spray these pheromones on himself and the next person to see him would fall deeply in love with him and become the perfect submissive girlfriend.

“There’s only one thing,” the nerd interrupted, “You’ll also fall deeply in love with whoever the spray affects.”

“Bruh I don’t care, if I can get Cassy to chill out and ride my dick whenever I want I’d be into her again anyway.”

Chad brushed past the nerd, his broad shoulders pushing into the nerd causing him to stumble. Chad sent a quick text to Cassy “Hey babe i got sm 4 u cum ovr.”

The sexy jock ran to his room, his sexy bubble butt jiggling as he went up the stairs. Chad sprayed the pheromones all over himself as he waited in his room for his girl. As he waited he heard the door knob turn and stood up. “Hey dude we’re going on a beer run wanna come.” The person at the door wasn’t Cassy but his frat bro Shawn. Shawn’s eyes widened as the pheromones hit him. The fellow jock ripped off his own shirt revealing a shelf of juicy pecs and row after row of abs before charging at Chad. Chad met Shawn with a deep passionate kiss tongues wrestling as Chad pushed Shawn against the bedroom wall. Shawn let out a deep moan as Chad groped one of his plump pecs.

Shawn’s pants hit the floor and Chad turned him around before plunging his 8 inch dick deep in Shawn’s virgin ass. Shawn let out another moan “DADDY” he yelped as Chad thrusted deep inside him grunting. Chad was lost deep inside the rhythmic thrusts of Shawns fat ass when Cassy walked in the room. Chad and Shawn barely acknowledged when Cassy screamed and ran out of the room crying.

Chad’s hands were guiding Shawn’s hips as he exploded deep inside Shawn and they fell to the floor. Shawn looked deep into Chad’s eyes “I think I love you bro.”

“I love you too baby.”

The rest of the frat was surprised when Chad and Shawn came out as gay but they were supportive. The two of them were quickly the most popular couple on campus with their matching muscles and golden boy looks.

#straight to gay #jock tf #jock transformation #flexing #gay

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inoreuct · 5 months

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horse girl zoro/prince sanji au that @redgitanako and i talked about way back when because it suddenly crossed my mind OKAY HERE WE GO

zoro’s a travelling bounty hunter with three horses. yes, three. don’t tell kitetsu and enma but wado’s his favourite

wado was kuina’s horse; when kuina died she was so sad because she didn’t get why kuina was gone and for a while zoro had to emotionally support a horse AND himself, but horses are smart creatures. wado understood by herself after a while. they don’t really talk about it.

on that note, zoro talks to his horses. people look at him like he’s a few crayons short of the whole pack but they don’t say anything because he looks scary as hell; built like a brick wall, one eye gone, gnarly scar across his chest and all

(they’ll never know that he’s having an argument with enma about buying supplies where one party is contributing in possibly-misinterpreted horse looks. the crayons aren’t missing— but it’s admittedly a little hard to prove they’re there, zoro, we can’t keep defending you like this)

sanji's the third prince of the kingdom that hires him; sora’s the queen, and his siblings are all decent other than regular sibling assholery. judge is on the run and they’ve made the collective decision that they want his head on a stick.

zoro expects sanji to be a stuck-up priss because he LOOKS like a stuck-up priss— look at his perfect hair. his clothes. his heeled boots and his stupid curly eyebrows

but NO. well, yes, sanji IS a little bit of a stuck-up priss but also, he’s good with horses?? wado takes to him like a DREAM and zoro's flabbergasted because anybody who has ever tried to coddle her other than zoro or kuina has gotten kicked in the head, but sanji's petting at her neck and cooing at her in baby-talk and she's licking sugar cubes and apple slices out of his palm. zoro feels so betrayed.

like of COURSE his horse had to take a liking to the boy he hates OF ALL PEOPLE.

(zoro. at this moment the horse is smarter than you. listen to her.)

reiju’s the princess here, but sanji’s the one who got all the magic-esque affinities. animals LOVE him. he would be a literal disney princess if not for the fact that he doesn’t love them back

like SQUIRREL. WHY ARE YOU SHITTING ALL OVER MY YARD. GO AWAY. WHY IS A DOG TRYING TO LICK MY HAIR. WHYYY IS THIS BIRD BRINGING ME STICKS ALL THE TIME. he’s trying to fall asleep. he hears a TSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSKTSK. he sits up and gets right out of bed and starts yelling at the lizard on the ceiling.

he does have a pretty mare called maple, though! (and zoro can’t help but love her too; it’s a sign that the mosshead doesn’t clock until much, much later)

and then zoro comes into his life with his three horses and sanji yanks him in by the collar like "listen up, swordsman. i do not CARE how sweet your horses are. i do not CARE how— how— WHATEVER you are. if you stink up my stable i will make you sleep in it, are we clear?" and zoro just nods because he’s having a bit of a gay crisis

sanji is 1. pretty 2. entirely able to hold his own and 3. Wado Approved™ and zoro does NOT know how to deal. at all. he’s holding onto wado’s reins for dear life. he wonders if the same ultimatum would apply if he swapped out the word stable for bed and immediately wants to dunk himself into the horse trough.

meanwhile sanji isn’t spared at all. sora sits on her throne, one eyebrow raised as her son goes on and on about how "mother i hate the swordsman you hired. he's green. and ugly. like a troll. like an OGRE. his hands are too big. his boots are too shiny. his earrings are cute but only because i want them. his EVERYTHING smells like horse. he might as well be a horse with how strong he is, did you know how many hay bales he carried at once??" and she’s just like,,, "honey are you sure this is hate"

she certainly wouldn’t mind them being together. zoro is rough around the edges and does smell a bit like horse, admittedly, but he was clearly raised right— he’s respectful in his own gruff way and he does things with immense care. sora’s noticed. she knows her son well enough to know that he’s noticed, too.

one day sanji bumps into zoro on his way out of the baths and wow. okay. so he doesn’t smell like horse ALL the time and oh his hair is damp and there's a towel around his waist and he is very, very shirtless and sanji turns around in a panic and walks face-first into a pillar.

he watches zoro care for his horses, carefully brushing through their manes and coats as he speaks to them softly, and alright. maybe this guy isn’t all bad. animals, sanji has noticed, are brilliant judges of character; horses especially can be testy and temperamental, and they don’t hesitate to kick anybody they don’t like.

zoro’s horses love him, and it’s obvious. maple looks forward to the snacks he slips her when he thinks that nobody’s looking. that says a lot more about his character than anything else.

after a few days zoro has a solid plan down and sets out to find judge, and suddenly the stables are empty. sanji finds himself going out with maple more and more, exploring the woods around their forest to pass the time because he needs something to keep his mind occupied and there’s only so much he can cook. judge might be a piece of shit, but he’s also an evil genius, and sanji refuses to admit he’s worried even though he is.

and then zoro comes back with judge’s war helmet wrapped in a cloth, gore dripping off the bottom edge as he sets it at sora’s feet.

he’s a little banged up, tired as hell with a couple of scratches here and there— nothing serious, but sanji still drags him to the infirmary and cleans him up perhaps a little more emotionally than either of them had expected

he passes out for a good few days afterwards but sora invites him to stay for a little longer, a time frame that nobody specifies. zoro just kind of… doesn’t leave. it’s strange for him; he’s wandered, always. he gets antsy staying in one place for too long, but this blond prince that is strangely kind and gives back as good as he gets is really something else.

the days pass. they race and bicker and soon enough, all three of zoro’s horses have brass name plaques tacked above what are now their stalls. he had a room in the palace and a place at the dinner table. sanji’s hair has grown long, now, and neither of them talk about the way that zoro’s stay has become something that feels more permanent—

until zoro finally finds the balls to give sanji one of his earrings as a courting gift. it’s the first one of many, but at that moment sanji just looks at it wide-eyed and zoro starts to shrink back all like "if you. don't want it that's alright. i'll get you something new, something else—" because look, he knows he’s not much. he has money, but not enough to give sanji something really nice. not enough to get something that’s more impressive than all the jewels and gold that the prince could have at a whim. he’s a bounty hunter that came from dirt and this earring is the most precious thing he has to offer, but he understands if—

sanji kisses him. yells something borderline incoherent along the lines of about fucking time as he shakes zoro by the shoulders, but he’s smiling very brightly and he’s very beautiful and zoro has a feeling they're going to be just fine.

(sora and the siblings breathe a collective sigh of relief, because the pining looks and dejected sighing were really getting a little ridiculous.)

(they speak too soon. after they get together it somehow gets WORSE.)

this was a ride… (get it. get it.) okay i’ll stop HOPE YOU ENJOYED HEH i know a lot of places are having a flu season/covid wave going around rn so make sure to hydrate and eat well!! muaks 😽

#i have REALLY got to stop sleeping at 4am #horse girl zoro au #zosan #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #zoro x sanji #one piece #sanji #one piece zosan #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #zoro

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lucerothings1 · 1 year

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JJ maybank x male reader smut

Warnings: gay sex, top jj, bottom reader, oral, cowboy and missionary,ass eating.

Summary: you and jj sneak out of school for some alone time.

“Hey babe babe” you heard your boyfriend JJ whisper from aside you as you where both in class taking a test “What” you whispered back to him “I’m soooo horny can we please get out of here” he whispered in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

“We can’t” you told him “Okay look we can just follow my lead” “What” “Um teacher can I please go to the nurse my head is pounding” jj said with his hand in the air “Really JJ fine you can go” the teacher said rolling his eyes “Okay come on” JJ said getting a hold of your hand “Um where do you think your going mister” “Um he’s my boyfriend I need support through all this you know” JJ responded holding his head in his hand.

“No I don’t thi” “Run go go go” JJ yelled at you as he pulled your hand and you both bolted out of the class room as the teacher didn’t follow ether of you not really caring.

“Come on baby” JJ said as you both ran through the school halls and bolted out the front door of the school as you both went inside your car. “Okay so where do you want to go” “Um your house are your parents home” “No there not” you responded as you drove off to your house as you palmed JJ though his shorts on the drive.

“Oh fuck baby thank god where here now” JJ said as you both jumped out the car and you pulled out your keys as you opened the door and closed the door shut and before you knew it JJ had pushed you to the wall and locking your lips together.

As you both walked to your room and shut your door as jj pushed you on to your bed and you continued to make out he soon started kissing down your neck leaving love marks on you.

“Oh fuck baby your so hot” he said to you as he started to strip himself of his clothes and you of yours now that you where both completely naked he pushed you once again on the bed as he lifted up your legs giving him sight to what he was truly after.

“Ah fuck baby you sweet little ass all for me” he said as he got on his knees as he pulled you to the edge of the bed “AH-fuck” you moaned as JJ slapped your ass causing him to smile and his eyes brighten up as he saw your ass jiggle thanks to him.

“What are you waiting for big boy” you told him as he was biting and licking his lips look mesmerized by the site in front of him as he started by licking your entrance as he continued by sucking at your eager hole as he soon started to fuck you with his tongue.

“Oh fuck baby you taste so good for me” he said praising you and going back to his work as you pushed his face deeper as you felt JJ become more feral on your ass even giving you a bite on your cheeks as he got up.

“What why did you stop” you whined missing the sensation of his tongue working on you “Well I want you to suck my cock” he said plain out and simple as he laid on the bed awaiting your mouth as you smirked at him and crawled to him as he lowered your mouth on his lengths fiery red tip as you looked up to a eyes closed and lower lip bitting JJ you so loved to see.

“Oh fuck baby please I need your hot mouth” he said to you as you nearly swallowed half of him since he was 10 inches long you had actually never even thought of him to be that long your first time but like always he was full of surprises and his big cock was just a bonus for you from him.

As you continued to suck him off and wrapping your hand on the rest of him you couldn’t fit in. “Oh fuck stop” he said to you taking you off of him “Your amazing but I don’t want the fun to end just yet baby” he said to you smirking as he pulled you up making you sit on his lap as he teased you with his erection by slapping it on to your ass.

“Okay baby ready” “For you always big boy” you said back as he got ahold of his cock aligning it to your hole as he got ahold of your waist pushing you down on him “Oh fuck baby your so tight and your ass is just sucking me in” he said scrunching up his face in pleasure as he was now half way in.

“Ah-oh don’t stop J keep going” you moaned out to him as you also started to sink yourself onto him as he was fully now in. “Oh fuck J” you moaned in pleasure as you started to rock your hips “Oh fuck baby yes ride me ride my fucking cock baby” he moaned in pleasure as he rolled his eyes.

“Huh-oh fuck yeah baby yeah take my cock” JJ said as he got a hold of your waist and begun to fuck you on his cock causing you to become a moaning mess not being able to form words.

Ah-yeah baby you like that you like when daddy’s rough with you” he said as he now put his hands on your thighs and pushed you on to your back as he was still inside you. “Oh fuck me J yeah give me your cock” you moaned as you lifted up your legs as JJ got ahold of them both keeping them lifted up as he distorted your ass.

“Oh fuck J I’m close” you yelled as he continued to fuck “Yeah baby okay cum for me cum for my big cock” he said heavily as he begun stroking your cock while also slamming into your prostate sending you over the edge as you moaned loudly as you cumed on your stomach as you also felt JJ’s pace getting more sloppy meaning he was close to now.

Oh fuck baby I’m gonna cumm” he yelled as he erupted inside you as you felt his cock pulse and fill you up to the brim completely as he collapsed on top of you “oh fuck thank you baby” JJ said to you kissing you as he was about to pull out “Mm don’t not yet” you said stopping him from pulling out “ What why” “Give me a minute” you said as you reached for a plug on your side drawer “Huh so that why” “Yes I want your load to stay in me” “Well we don’t need that then” he said throwing it across the room “Where just gonna stay like this” he said smiling at you “ really with your cock in may ass” yeah look on the brute side if we go again I’m already inside and little buddy gets to stay warm in there” “Oh trust me J there’s nothing small about your buddy” you said as you both stayed cuddling with one another as JJ stayed inside you.

#gay #gay smut #lucerothings1 #jj maybank x male reader #jj maybank

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whorrorbellee · 2 months

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STEVE HARRINGTON MUST DIE:THREE

Its been a year since someone spread a rumour to you school that you've sucked off half the football team in one night. one year of catcalls, one year of graffitied lockers and bullying, so when you find out his majesty king Steve is behind the rumour its time to take drastic action against him. warnings!:drug use, kissing, blood, the use of the word slut King!Steve x reader slight Eddie x reader chapter two master list

7 months ago- September 1984

CHAPTER THREE

“Right! That's it, I've had it enough with you! Go to the principal's office now, young Lady!”Mr Smith shouts at you. His wrinkled old finger pointing directly in your direction, the class quietens and you mouth gapes open like a fish, you stand in front of the class, a glass beaker has been smashed by your foot, behind you stands Heather Smith, her hands grips a thick lock of your hair, a pair of plastic yellow scissors in the other and you can’t even cry you are so angry.

You pile your books into your bag, swinging it over your shoulder, then you step over the broken glass on the floor, you look back at the class and then smile at Heather, her nose runs a thick red, it pools into her mouth.

“I hope your dad can afford a nose job” you mutter.

Mr Smith looks down at the floor “Go to the nurse” it's sympathetic. Blood drips over the class floor. “ and you,apologise!” he looks at you sternly. You stand by the door, looking back at him. The class is staring at you in silence.

A year ago this wouldn't have happened, a year ago you were on the cheerleading team, a year ago you would've stood in heather's place, isn't it funny how things change so fast?

“Did you not hear her? She called me a slut in front of the whole class and then cut my hair, i knocked her with my elbow by accident its not my fault she has such a weak face-”

“Well maybe if you weren't partaking in extra activities outside of school this wouldn't have happened” his teeth grit against each other, you swallow and the class bursts out in laughter, your eyes water. Heather smiles at you, blood coating her perfect pearly whites, you wish you aimed lower.

“Maybe if you weren't such a cunt your wife wouldn't have cheated on you Mr Smith, have you thought about that?”

“Right! That's detention!”

You flip a middle finger up to the class as you walk out.

You don't bother going to the Principle, stalking your way to your car to get ridiculously high before going back to detention.

Your eyes are glazed over as you walk back, the bell rung and it's ten past three, you're already late. The teachers are not even there, tables are empty apart from the freak who's sitting all the way in the back. You don't bother sliding out a chair and instead lay directly on the cold floor beside him, tiles cooling your back in the early summer heat. “You smell like weed” Eddie says, his hand taps against the wooden desk rhythmically, the vibrations travel to your body, it feels like he's drumming into your skin.

“Yes please” you smile back.

“Huh?, no, you smell like a skunk dude ”

“Oh fuck’ You nod your head and then laugh eyes squinting.

Eddie shakes his head at you, eyes furrowed. “Are you okay ?”

“No!But yes but also I have absolutely no clue what's going on.”

“You never get in trouble, why are you here?”

You smile at him as he joins you on the floor, and you tuck your knees against your chest as you lean against the chair he leans against the wall, the mohawk he rocks is all curly and down today, the sides are coming in as well, it looks way better than it did before, you wonder if he's growing it out.

“I broke Heather's nose and then called Mr Smith a cunt” you nod at him slowly “you?”

“Climbed on the table during lunch again”

“Oh the Munson classic! What happened this time, I miss seeing you yell at people.”

“You miss seeing me?” he nudges his foot into your thigh and then he giggles “making me blush sweetheart, Tommy called me gay so i told him he stares at me so often he must be too, didn't help that i shouted gay at him”

“Are you?” you question.

“Huh”

“Do you like dick?”

“Well, yeah in moderation, but I like girls too,” he replies back and then grins.

You raise your eyebrow, “huh, men are dicks anyway”

Eddie nods,“Do you wanna go smoke on the bench at the bench In the woods ”

“I thought you'd never ask!”

You clamber over the wooden picnic bench, trees just barely hiding where he happens to deal. The wood is rough against the skirt you wear and Eddie rolls up the short sleeves to his shoulders. He takes his beat up metal lunch box out as you take out your own supply next to him,rolling in silence.

“Can I ask you a question?’

"Yeah sure” you reply quickly, twisting the grinder.

“why does everyone call you a slut, because last year you were this ultra cool popular girl and now its like everyone just hates you”

“Someone started a rumour about me. I honestly don't know who, but one day I'm under the bleachers with Wyatt from the football team and the next I've sucked off half of them overnight.” You blink up at him,” I didn't even do anything with him, he whipped his dick out and I was like no thanks, I like to get wined and dined before you shove your cock anywhere near me and then that was it, I was a whore!”

“Fuck, that's shit, well i just sell weed and listen to metal and suddenly i was a freak, like you worship the devil once and suddenly your a satanist ?” he stares at you as you furrow your eyebrows at him, then he breaks and falls over into the table with laughter.

“I'm way too high for a joke like this, Eddie, anyway, I know why they call you a freak.”

“Huh? You do?” you roll up the end of a roach before placing it in the two ciggie papers you've stuck together, at least it wasn't the bible this time .

“Yeah, of course. You dressed up as that little bald guy for halloween when you had your head shaved in middle school, scared the crap out of everyone.”

“That's what started it? Dressing up as Gollum?”

“Yeah pretty much, and the whole like dungeons and dragons, creepy van waiting in the middle of the woods thing, like yeah your pretty chill and you dont deserve the shit that happens to you and im not saying this because i know what its like ,but genuinely im sorry if i ever came across rude to you like in the past. I could blame it on wanting to fit in. But you didn't deserve it.”

‘You called me a weirdo once darling” he answers.

“I know but I never defended you from the others.”

“Do you blame the other students who let you get called a slut and have slushies poured all over you?” Eddie takes out a pre roll from a ziploc bag and places between his plush lips, lighting the end with a white lighter he’s sharpied to be all black.

“Not really” you mutter

“Then why do you think I would care, yeah I get ridiculed for the most ridiculous shit but at the end of the day I have friends who don't care about all that, I'm lucky, you don't have anyone” he smiles to the side.

“I-okay way to make me feel like shit there, I have Aaron who works with me but yeah i guess I don't really have anyone and I can't really tell my parents bcs I was under the bleachers with a boy who was naked.” You grin “ oh! And here I am again the slut with a cute boy in the middle of the woods getting ridiculously high!’

“No you’re the pretty slut with the freak getting ridiculously high” he corrects

“Pretty huh?” you smile as he exhales into your face, your heart thumbs against your chest quickly, he gazes down at your lips.

“yeah, always thought so, why do you think you get a discount?”

“Because I'm incredibly funny?” you shrug up at him.

“That too”

You laugh, and look at the wonky joint you've just rolled, he takes it from you and then grabs a pen pushing down and twisting the end until it looks slightly more packed than before. He hands it back to you and suddenly there's a cracking noise behind you, leaves rustle, you look behind you and then scrabble to grab your stuff. Eddie grabs your hand and you both sprint through the trees until you make it back to the carpark, he unlocks the door quickly and you both chuck your bags in and climb into the back of his van, narrowly avoiding the teacher who had smelt the weed.

“I feel sober now” you wince, Eddie smiles at you, it's hard to make out in the dark, his hand grabs at something and then suddenly they're on your waist, your foreheads bump into each other. Lips slotting together quickly, you both pull away as soon as it’s happened.

“Im sorry-”

“-Never again” you sigh and he lets go of your waist.

“Oh thank god you said something, i think we should just be friends” he replies.

“Yeah, i think, the whole being chased thing was like why we kissed.” you say suddenly.

“Yeah like high pressure situations make people horny”

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thesapphictimelady · 2 months

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Ad Astra Per Aspera Chapter 4

WC: 1.5 K

TW: Implied domestic and verbal abuse

A/N: It’s a little on the shorter side today but I hope you enjoy! Comments are greatly appreciated and make my little gay heart happy!

“I told you guys I don’t eat lunch…” Cassiopeia started.

The look Barbara and Melissa gave her screamed that this wasn’t up for debate and Cassie sighed, watching the two older women put food on her plate.

“At least let me make my own plate,” she grumbled, “I’m not a child.”

“No, you are not a child,” Barbara said, handing Cassie a full plate and directing her towards a table, “You are a young lady who needs to eat. And Melissa and I are going to make sure of that.”

“I’m not hungry!” she protested.

Melissa sat at the table next to her and crossed her arms, “You’re gonna eat something. This is not up for debate.”

Cassie grumbled and pushed her food around on her plate. Barbara clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

“Cassiopeia!” Jacob yelled, running over to their table, “Cassiopeia, please switch groups with me! I beg you. I can’t be in a group with Mr. Morton.”

“Why not?” Cassie asked.

“Why not? Because he’s a scumbag!”

Melissa rolled her eyes, “Jacob, he’s not-”

“He’s insanely passive aggressive and he’s had it out for me since I got here! Please, Cassiopeia you HAVE to switch me.”

“No,” Melissa cut in, “Jacob you gotta get over this thing with Mr. Morton. It’s not worth it.”

Jacob sighed, “You’re right. He just really knows how to push my buttons!”

“Yeah, I know buddy,” Melissa said, patting his shoulder, “Go get some food.”

Jacob left the table to get some food and Cassie poked at a carrot half heartedly.

“Sweetheart, you have to eat,” Barbara said gently.

“I know, it’s just…the whole situation with my ex…”

Melissa placed a hand over Cassie’s, “At least try a bite. I don’t want you passing out.”

Cassie nodded and took a bite of a veggie kebab. Barb smiled encouragingly at her and rubbed her shoulder. Melissa excused herself from the table, pulling her phone out. She leaned against the wall and retrieved the number she had written down earlier before typing out a single message.

Melissa:

“We need to talk”

“The first game we’re going to play is a three legged race!” Janine said, practically bouncing with excitement, “You’ve already been split into groups of three so we’ll take turns! First we have…Cassiopeia and Melissa versus Jacob and Mr. Morton!”

Cassie dug into her bag to retrieve her ankle brace and then tightened her shoes.

“You gonna be able to run like that?” Melissa asked, gesturing at the brace.

“Yeah,” Cassie said, straightening up, “I’ll be fine.”

Janine came over and tied the two women together at the ankle and knee. Melissa wrapped an arm around Cassiopeia’s waist, causing the younger woman to tense up.

“Relax, kid,” Melissa said, “I don’t bite. Put your arm around my waist. Trust me.”

Cassie did as she was told and the pair walked to the starting line.

“On your mark, get set…go!”

Cassie and Melissa took off, quickly finding their stride and pulling ahead of the other team. Jacob and Mr Morton on the other hand…

“Mr. Hill, you have to move your left leg and THEN your right leg!”

“That is exactly what I am doing!”

“Then why have we only gone forward two steps?”

“I don’t know Morton, maybe YOU’RE the one doing it wrong!”

“Ooh somebody swing!” Ava shouted, pulling out her phone.

“Okay,” Janine said, jumping up from her chair at the finish line, “That’s enough of that! Melissa and Cassiopeia are the winners by…a long shot. Jacob, let’s untie you and why don’t you go take a break. Everyone take a quick break before our next game!”

“Did you see the way he was trying to trip me?” Jacob asked.

“Yeah, I did. Let’s go get you some water.”

Janine and Jacob left the gym, Gregory trailing behind them. Cassie untied her leg from Melissa’s and took a seat on the edge of the stage. The older woman sat down next to her.

“You okay, kid? Ya kinda tensed up when I touched you earlier.”

“Hm? I’m fine! I’m fine, it’s no big deal.”

Melissa raised an eyebrow at her and Cassie sighed.

“I’ll be fine, Ms. Schemmenti. Please, don’t worry about me. It’s just been a long day.”

Before Melissa could respond, Barbara brought over their water bottles.

“Great job, you two! You made a great team!”

“Thanks, Mrs. Howard,” Cassie said, taking her water bottle, “But I think the credit should go to Ms. Schemmenti. We wouldn’t have gotten our rhythm if she hadn’t told me to put my arm around her.”

“Well you did a great job. Oh, Melissa, your phone was buzzing nonstop!”

Melissa took her phone from Barbara and checked her notifications.

19 missed calls from: Unknown Number

Smirking, she tucked her phone into her pocket, and took a swig from her water bottle, “Thanks Barb. It wasn’t anything important. I’ll listen to the voicemails later. What do you think is next?”

“I heard pipsqueak say trust falls,” Ava said, leaning against the stage.

“Does she really think that’s a good idea?” Cassie asked, “I mean, Jacob and Mr Morton couldn’t even cooperate long enough to do the three legged race.”

“Oh, it’s gonna be a shitshow,” Ava said, “And I’m gonna be live-streaming the whole time.”

Melissa rolled her eyes, “Really, Ava?”

“My followers aren’t gonna influence themselves, Melissa!”

Ava went to adjust the lights in the gym as Janine, Jacob and Gregory reentered the room.

“Okay,” Janine said, “Our next activity is trust falls! Your group can decide who’s falling first, but only one person is catching at a time!”

“I guess I’ll go first,” Cassie said, “Promise you won’t drop me?”

Melissa and Barb both laughed and agreed not to drop her. Cassie stood from her spot on the stage. Melissa walked behind her and held out her arms.

“You can trust me kid,” she said softly, “I’ll always catch you, Cassiopeia.”

Cassie took a deep breath and leaned backwards, letting gravity pull her down towards the floor. A pair of strong arms caught her before she could get anywhere near the ground. On the other side of the gym however…

“Don’t you dare drop me, Morton,” Jacob said, arms crossed.

“Mr Hill, I can’t believe you’d accuse me of doing something like that!” Mr. Morton said, sounding genuinely hurt, “The whole point of this exercise is trust. Just trust me.”

Jacob leaned backwards, expecting Mr Morton to catch him. Instead he was quickly met with the cold floor of the gym.

“Oops,” Mr Morton said, “Sorry, Mr Hill. I thought I could catch you.”

“That’s it, Morton!” Jacob said, jumping up from the floor, “You wanna get nuts? Let’s get nuts!”

Gregory was quick to put himself between the two men, but Jacob ducked under his arm and attempted to tackle the science teacher.

“Jacob!” Janine shouted, “Stop trying to tackle Mr. Morton!”

“I’m sorry,” Jacob said once Gregory had pulled him away, “He just knows exactly how to push my buttons,”

“Okay,” Barbara cut in, “I think perhaps we need to save any team building for another day.”

“But I still have activities!” Janine protested.

“And Jacob here looks like he’s ready to commit a crime,” Barbara said, “We can do more team building another day. Right now, I think we should all relax. We only have an hour until the end of the day. Let’s go back to our classrooms and finish prepping for next week and then we can all go home and enjoy our weekend.”

Janine looked disappointed but agreed and everyone headed back to their classrooms. Melissa and Cassiopeia laughed the whole way to the room, chatting about Jacob and Mr Morton’s strange rivalry.

“I’m glad you caught me,” Cassie said softly once they were in the classroom.

“I always will,” Melissa said, closing the classroom door so Cassie could take off her sweater, “And I don’t go back on my word.”

Cassie smiled and grabbed her bag off the table she had left it. After a minute of digging, she retrieved her phone.

Melissa snorted a laugh, “One of these days, I swear you’ll pull a lamp out of there. That bag is like Mary Poppins!”

“Well, I am practically perfect in every way,” Cassie joked as she powered on her phone. Her smile quickly faded though and she let out a strangled cry.

“You okay kid?” Melissa asked, alarm etched across her face.

Cassie turned to look at her, face pale, “I-shit-”

“Hey, you’re okay,” Melissa said, guiding her into a chair, “Oh, hon you’re shaking. You’re okay. Head between your knees. That’s it. Keep breathing.”

Cassie whimpered, struggling to breathe. Melissa slowly rubbed circles on her back, encouraging her the whole time until she had caught her breath.

“What happened?” Melissa asked softly, “You can tell me.”

Cassie shakily unlocked her phone and held it so Melissa could see the screen.

Unknown number:

“This is a really nice place you have here”

Beneath the message was a single attachment. The redhead clicked on it to expand it.

“Fuck,” she hissed.

On Cassie’s screen was a picture of a blonde woman inside the tiny apartment the young woman had moved into.

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whydousernamesevenexist · 18 days

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@rosekillermicrofic 2nd May: Dread (it's like 03:15 in the morning and I probably have a fever lol)

Cw: mention of homophobia

Exposed

Word count: 798

Shit, shit, shit.

Barty frantically rummaged through his backpack. It wasn't there. His journal. Not a diary, mind you, that was for lovesick teenage girls.

Although Barty couldn't even be sure if he wasn't a lovesick teenage girl anymore.

Ever since he realised his feelings for his best friend two weeks ago, it's been eating him alive. Every waking thought, every dream, was filled with him. His Evan, his Rosie. And Barty began analysing every interaction with Evan. To be honest, he wasn't even trying to figure out if Evan likes him or not, he was sure Evan didn't. He was analysing his own behaviour to be sure he wasn't too obvious.

That's why he got the journal, too. Because his head felt like it was going to burst with all the running thoughts.

And now it wasn't there.

Who could've taken it? Or did Barty forget it somewhere?

He tried to summon it, but no such luck.

He sighed. He better get to lunch before Evan and Regulus get suspicious. Maybe he can look for the journal afterwards.

He managed to eat lunch without Evan noticing something was wrong with him. Regulus had some errands to run, so he wasn't at lunch.

But then he saw them - Mulciber and Snape. They had his journal. And they were looking this way.

No. Please.

He was immediately filled with overwhelming dread. And shame, too.

These two read about his deepest secret, and there was no chance they'd keep it to themselves.

Just what were they planning to do? Expose him, that's for sure. But how? When? Will they humiliate him in front of the whole school, or just Evan?

Well, it didn't matter much. If Evan found out… Barty wasn't sure what he'd do.

Shit. They were heading here.

What should he do? Ignore them?

"Hey, Crouch!" Snape yelled, an evil smirk plastered on his face.

"Lost something?" Mulciber laughed, waving the journal.

"Give it back," Barty pleaded quietly.

Of course, they didn't. Mulciber barked out a laugh and held the journal in the air, just high enough so Barty couldn't reach it.

"I didn't think you'd be bent, Crouch. You surprise me," Mulciber sneered, "is it the daddy issues?"

"Wait, Barty's gay?" Evan asked, surprised.

"Bisexual," Barty muttered. "Doesn't matter. Give it back."

Mulciber just laughed.

"Hey, he's right. Give him the journal back," Evan said firmly, stepping forward to reach for the journal.

Mulciber just smirked and lifted the book higher, out of Evan's reach.

"Wanna know who he's gay for, Rosier?" Snape laughed.

Something like hurt flashed in Evan's eyes, before he schooled his features into a practiced pokerface.

"I believe Barty will tell me about his crush when he's ready," he replied icily.

"Aww, you're not even the smallest bit interested?" Mulciber mocked. "That must've hurt, didn't it, Crouch?"

"Shut up," was all Barty could say. His breathing quickened, and he was sure everyone could hear the beating of his heart.

"It must've hurt, to know your little crush doesn't even care it's him, right?" Snape laughed. "Here, take it," he handed Barty the journal with a condescending smirk. "I don't think I could read one more disgustingly sweet line of your hopeless pining over poor Rosier over here."

Barty swallowed his tears, grabbed the journal, and bolted out of the Great Hall. He didn't dare to check Evan's reaction. He was sure it'd break his heart.

The astronomy tower.

He ran upstairs, and then sat down, pressed against the cold wall. It was a bit grounding.

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his breathing was quick, ragged. He was clutching the journal tightly to his chest.

He heard quick footsteps. Evan appeared at the top of the staircase.

"B? Thank Merlin I found you," Evan sighed, out of breath. "I was worried you'd do something stupid."

"Just leave me alone, Ev," Barty sobbed out. "You don't have to rub it in."

"So it's true, then?" Evan ignored his request. "You really like me?"

"Yeah. Sorry." Barty replied and hid his face in his knees. "Now go away, will you? I'm already humiliated as it is. I'm sorry for making it weird between us, and for making you uncomfortable. We don't have to be friends anymore. But please, don't tease me about it even more," he choked out.

"Oh for the love of- come here," Evan sighed, exasperated. He sat across from Barty and pulled him into a hug.

"I like you too, alright? Honestly, I can't believe you didn't figure it out earlier, I'm not exactly the most subtle person."

Barty looked up at him, searching for a trace of joke in Evan's face. There was none.

He smiled slowly.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispered.

"Of course," Evan smiled, and leaned in.

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laundrybiscuits · 9 months

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(young man what do you wanna be tag | Ch1-2 on AO3)

“Hey, did you and Jonathan tell Will to ask me about—” Steve glances around like the world’s worst spy, and leans close even though they’re the only living souls in the trailer. “About gay things?”

“Uh,” Eddie says. “No? Wait, Jonathan might’ve.”

Steve pushes both his hands through his hair. “Why would you do that! Shit!”

“Again, I did nothing in this scenario,” says Eddie. “I’m pretty sure this one specific thing is not my fault.”

“He asked me about our relationship,” says Steve. “He wanted gay advice.”

Eddie swallows down his first impulse, which is to demand to know whether Eddie’s advice isn’t good enough for Will all of a sudden. “Okay,” he says instead. “What did you tell him?”

“I don’t know! I quit giving Dustin advice on girls, like, years ago! By the time I was Will’s age, I was pretty busy fucking up the only serious relationship I ever had.”

“Sure, maybe, but you can’t think about age that way. It’s like…” Eddie tilts his head. “For a lot of us, there’s a—a late start, right? It’s like a whole different time scale, because we gotta figure ourselves out first. We don’t get the manual to all this shit, so we either waste our time chasing some kind of picket fence life that we don’t actually want, or we just make it up from scratch.”

“Right, cool, okay,” says Steve. “I didn’t say anything like that. I told him to keep his chin up. I—think I called him slugger.”

Eddie pats him on the shoulder sympathetically, definitely not feeling at all vindicated about the fact that he’s clearly winning at gay mentorship. “Could be worse. What did the littlest Byers say?”

“He’s taller than Jonathan now,” says Steve.

“So not the point, sweetheart.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “C’mon, how’d it go?”

“Shit, I don’t know.” Steve huffs out a breath and pushes his hand through his hair. “Not good, I don’t think. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with that kid. He just wanted to know how I figured stuff out, and like—why I wouldn’t just go with girls.”

“Yeah, uh, on that note,” says Eddie. “Is this a new development? Like.”

He pauses, trying to figure out the exact right arrangement of words.

“Like…” he says, slowly. “I’m just wondering, you know, why it hasn’t come up before. I mean, you already know about me, everybody knows about me. Is it—”

Did you not want me to think—

Did you not want—

“Pretty new, I guess,” says Steve. He lies back, arms folded behind his head, taking up more than his fair share of Eddie’s bed. Eddie climbs over him and takes his usual place tucked up against the wall, keeping a careful distance.

Steve’s parents are leaving again tomorrow, so this might be the last time for a while. It’s not like they won’t be seeing each other all the time; at this point, they’re so tangled up in each other’s lives that it’s not so unusual for them to hang out every day for weeks without even trying.

But it might be the last time for a while that they lie here like this, in a shadowy space where the line between thoughts and words gets slippery enough to cross. Eddie tries real hard not to think of it as anything special; it’s just his stupid fucking heart running away with him, the way it always does.

“Okay,” says Eddie.

After a while, he says, “Goodnight.” Steve doesn’t answer.

———

“Eddie!” Robin hollers from across the store. “We’re enemies now!”

“Okay!” he yells back. “Why?”

“Why do you think, asshole!”

This is getting unsustainable, so Eddie wanders over to the counter where Robin’s cashing out.

“Is it because I’m giving you a ride home out of the goodness of my heart? Unconventional, but I respect that.”

She chucks a balled-up receipt at his head. “Steve, dumbass.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he says, ducking out of the way and holding up his hands like he’s trying to soothe a spooked horse. “I dunno what he told you, but I didn’t do anything to him.”

“Exactly,” snaps Robin.

“Robin,” he whines, switching tactics. “C’mon, don’t be pissed at me. You know you’re my favorite lesbian in the whole wide world. You’re the cheese in my burger, the fries in my shake. My wretched soul cannot bear the weight of your scorn.”

He can tell she’s still trying to be mad, but the corner of her mouth is twitching, so he drapes himself over the counter and wails, “Milady Robin! Say only that you can forgive my dark and unworthy deeds, whatever they may be, or I shall perish right here in this fine establishment.”

“You really don’t know what you did, huh,” she sighs. “God, you’re the worst.”

Eddie peeks up at her through his hair. “Planning to enlighten me any time soon? Or are we going straight to pistols at dawn?”

“We are going to be driving me home,” says Robin. “And we’re going through Taco Bell on the way. We’re still gonna be enemies, but you can purchase a temporary peace treaty for the low, low price of two chalupas and a large Sprite.”

———

“Hey, Harrington, why’s Robin mad at me?”

“Mad at—? Oh. Uh, I think she misunderstood some stuff.”

Eddie groans. “Is this about the fake dating thing again?”

Steve looks a little pained. “Maybe?”

“Byers needs to go his own way! Call it another—lonely day, or—you know what I mean. Buckley can’t take in every wounded baby bunny that stumbles across her path.”

“I don’t think that’s what’s happening.”

“Sure, okay. So, do I need to defend my honor by finding Will a boyfriend or something?” Eddie pauses. “I realize that sounds like an insane scheme, but consider this: it’s still better than Operation Happy Ending, so I’m standing by it.”

“Not cool, man,” calls Argyle from the floor. Eddie has a theory that Argyle likes lying down on the floor because he’s tall. It’s not a very well-developed theory.

“No, no, I’m fully on board with the name,” Eddie assures him. “Baller name. You hit it out of the park on that one, dude.”

“Righteous,” says Argyle. “Appreciate the support.”

“The idea still sucks,” says Eddie. “But that is one hundred percent the fault of Jonathan Byers, and you remain the utterly blameless light of my life.”

A sudden thought strikes him, and he sits up, dislodging Steve’s hand in his hair.

“Hang on, Steve—did you ever actually tell Will that we’re not dating?”

“What? Yeah, of course.” Steve frowns. “Uh, probably? Man, I don’t really remember.”

Eddie shoots him a squinty look, and Steve holds his hands up. “Dude, I don’t know! I wasn’t trying to lie to the kid, there was a lot going on. Don’t know why he didn’t go ask Argyle instead.”

“Oh, he totally did, my bro,” says Argyle. “I think he’s, like, doing the rounds. I just told him not to worry about a thing and let the Lady Fate lead the way. I dunno if he was ready to embrace the Lady, though. He didn't really seem to get it.”

“Fucking great.” Steve leans back on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Between the three of us, maybe he’ll get some kind of actual goddamn life lesson or whatever.”

“Fuck you, I am an amazing Gandalf. I mean mentor,” says Eddie. "Wait, shit. Does that mean Byers has been getting most of his actual gay advice from me? Holy shit, we can't let that happen. I'm like—the worst possible future for that kid. Steve, you gotta go back and try again."

He smacks Steve's shoulder. "Go back and tell him some real stuff! And tell him we're not dating, or he'll think he has to settle for the first loser that threatens him with a broken bottle!"

"Wait, is that—you don't actually think that, do you?"

"I mean, I'd like to say nobody will ever threaten him with a broken bottle, but Lady Fate works in mysterious ways. And frankly, given his whole…" Eddie waves a diffident hand. "Penchant for sniffing out trouble like a bloodhound after a T-bone, he's definitely going to wind up on the wrong end of a bar fight at least once or twice."

He pauses. "Don't tell Jon I said that, he'll wig out."

"Okay, but like—you know you're not—a loser, right?"

Steve touches Eddie’s back, a warm brush of fingers, and Eddie shrugs uncomfortably. "Just a figure of speech, Harrington. Don't worry your pretty little head about my ego, I'm doing great."

"Hell yeah you are," says Argyle. "Great as Gandalf."

Eddie is like 90% sure Argyle doesn't actually know who Gandalf is, but he appreciates the gesture.

"Thanks, dude," he says, poking Argyle’s head with his foot affectionately. "You're a great Gandalf too. The most Gandalferous."

"Can everyone stop saying Gandalf please," says Steve, so obviously Eddie has to bellow "Gandalf Gandalf Gandalf" right in his ear until Steve puts him in a headlock.

It's a pretty good afternoon.

#steddie #fic: young man what do you wanna be #forgot to bring headphones on a 2hr train ride so I'm just running down my phone battery by writing a bit #I've posted maybe half of this in ask games etc already but this should be a wee bit more coherent #this will absolutely need more editing before it goes into the ao3 version tho

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sarcasticassian · 1 year

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Steve had been up for this, he had, he was still clinging to the notion of being anything but a disappointment to his parents and this seemed like the way to do it but he can’t, he can’t

last night his fiancee had blurted out that she was a lesbian and Steve’s perfectly built up walls came crashing down and a tidal wave of feelings rushed in reminding him of his own not so straight sexuality as well and now he’s stood in a side room in the town church and his gay fiancee is waiting just outside the doors to walk down the aisle and he can’t do it

his parents had pushed him and Chrissy together, they were the perfect match on paper and she was lovely, she really was but he wasn’t ever going to be in love with her but they’d have had a nice life but last night she had come bursting into his room and spilled everything and Steve had felt like he was looking in a mirror, she wanted to please her parents, she wanted an easy life but she would never love him like that and in direct opposition to the time Nancy, his high school girlfriend, had pulled the rug from under him by telling him their relationship was bullshit, he’d felt relieved

but neither of them had known how to call it off so now here he is, pacing back and fourth like a caged animal and then Robin, like the great platonic love of his life, his saviour, his everything, whispers through the crack in the door that she’ll be waiting outside with the car running if he needs her, he’s very aware of this fact as he locks eyes with Chrissy, who is stood at the end of the aisle, hand in her dad’s elbow, looking ready to vomit and he starts to run, he guns down the aisle and past her, hears the shouting and screams, sees two cars parked out the front and doesn’t recognise either but pelts down the steps towards one, hoping Robin is sat behind the wheel

he’s vaguely aware Chrissy is also running a couple of steps behind him, skirt hiked up, he catches a glance of sneakers and smiles to himself, he yanks the back door of the car closest to him open and dives in, yelling above the screams of his family to ‘DRIVE’ and the person at the wheel does

Steve turns to watch the figure of his father get smaller and smaller, laughing as the car Chrissy must be in by the sea of white taffeta taking up the rear window tears in the other direction

it’s not until the car is on the outskirts of town that he turns back around only to find that it’s not Robin in the drivers seat, “you’re not Chrissy”, “you’re not Robin”, it’s a guy, a handsome, handsome man, dark curly hair and dimples showing as he smiles into the rearview mirror at Steve

“it seems as though there’s been a mix up, I’m Eddie, Chrissy’s best friend and getaway car driver, do you happen to be Steve? Her lovely, unfortunately not a female, fiancee by any chance?”

in the other car there is a lot of crying happening as Chrissy breaks down in the back seat and Robin does her best to let her know that Steve really won’t mind, in fact he was already in front of her in the race to see who could get out of there fast enough and don’t worry she’ll drive Chrissy to meet up with Eddie and she can call Steve and hey why don’t we go out for food and celebrate, why waste the dress and oh god am I hitting on a runaway bride right now?

expanded version here!

#steddie #steve harrington #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #robin buckley #buckingham my beloved #robin/chrissy #robin x chrissy #bandqueen #bandcheer #steveddie #stranger things #stranger things 4 #fic prompt #stranger things prompts #buckingham #lets ignore the canon that Robin can't drive

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matt-h3w · 6 months

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Okay but like Billy Hargrove, right.... We all know his dad sucks ass, but like, comforting Billy after his dad beat him..... Breaks me, but like also like the fluff of it is just Eeeeee. Ya know?

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TW: wounds, abuse mentions, lack of self worth. Slight reference to readers trauma.

G/N reader, sure the man is cannonly straight, but I do it for the girls, the gays, and the theys, and everything in between.

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You enter his room and see him sitting on his bed, head in his hands with cuts and bruises covering his exposed skin you slowly walks over to him, brushing his hair out of his face, speaking softly "hey, what happened to you?" All he could do was look at you, tears starting to form in his eyes. Your lips make contact with his forehead as a form of comfort "it was your dad wasn't it?" You asked, and he nodded the tears spilling out.

His breathes are shaking, as he tries to keep in sobs. No one had ever seen him so vulnerable no one but you. You somehow managed to become something more than just a stranger in a small town. He couldn't manage to figure out just how you slipped between the walls he put up around his heart but there you were, he would never say but he wished your kisses meant more than comforting him. That you holding him was more than pity.

He wished that you loved him more than a friend. You gave him something he thought he could never have, someone to turn to in time of need. Someone to lean on when he felt he couldn't stand. Someone who'll care for him, and love him despite his flaws.

He always told himself he didn't deserve you. He knew he didn't. But yet you were still there by his side holding him close. "Let's get you cleaned up, hmm?" You whisper softly to him, you knew that he had been yelled at earlier and didn't want to make things worse.

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you came back with a first aid kit and had been disinfecting the cuts, and putting bandaids on them if it was needed, you also took the time to make sure his bone weren't broken. He'd wince every now and again, and everytime you'd apologize. It made his heart swell, but he couldn't help but feel sorry for you, you never once hesitated to come to his aid, no matter how late, or how tired you were. He wondered how many nights you'd stay awake just in case he needed you.

He couldn't bare the thought of you losing sleep because of him, he didn't understand why he fell so easily for you, maybe it was the way you never once treated him any less than a person. Or the sarcastic comments you'd make when he was flirting with you. Or the way you didn't put up with his bullshit twords you, if you didn't like how he treated you, he'd get an earful without hesitation.

There was so much he loved about you, he thought you were undeniably beautiful. Regardless if you thought it yourself.

"Hey, you doing okay?" Your voice broke him out of his thoughts, he looked at you, the concern that filled your gaze made any tensed muscles in his body immediately relax , and his heart melt. His voice came out soft and broken as if he tried to talk to loud he'd cry again. "yeah" and the way you smiled at him, god your smile never failed to make warmth spread through his chest, up his neck, and to his face.

"You know when I heard your voice over the phone.... I wanted to kill him.." You spoke, He had called you, he always did after it got bad, every time his voice would shake and crack, trying not to break right then and there. He felt a sort of guilt run through his veins.

You felt hurt for him, when he didn't want to bare the emotion, you did, when he didn't want to bare the pain, you'd take it, when the weight became too much, you'd lift it off him. He never asked you to, he couldn't ever do that, but you still did, no matter how fucked up things got for you, you never stopped helping him.

That fact alone broke his heart.... You got up and set the first aid kit on his nightstand "do you still have the bag?" You asked gently fixing his hair. He nodded slowly "yeah, I do..." All you did was grab his hands gently, and pull him up, you both knew that he willing let you because if he didn't you wouldn't have been able to move him.

He grab the bag he kept stashed away in his closet, he had it for when he needed to get away, he never stayed away long because of Max. He'd never say it to her face but he really did care about her well-being.

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He found himself in the passenger seat of your car, his bag in the backseat. He would have taken his but the engine would have given him away. He was tapping his fingers on his thighs trying to focus on the road ahead. The car was silent other than the radio playing softly.

He felt your hand slide into his, which made him look at you. With a quick smile, you looked back at the road. He held your hand as if he was scared that when he let go, you'd be gone. You felt the tightness of his grip, it didn't hurt by any means, you felt your heart flutter at the way he clung to you even if it was only holding your hand.

You could never understand why he looked at you the way he did, but you were grateful that he trusted you enough to let you see the side of him that he kept tucked away. That he felt safe enough with you to cry, you knew that it was hard to do that and though seeing him so broken made your heart ache, it also made you so happy to know he'd let himself be vulnerable with you. You finally broke the silence, "you can stay in my room tonight if you want...." You're heart was pounding in your head, you'd be lying to yourself if you said that giving him that option didn't make you nervous. What if it made him uncomfortable.... You felt his grip falter just for a second.

"I'd like that.... If you're sure you're okay with it" his voice was just loud enough to hear. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it" you said, though within a certain perspective some might say that the words that you just spoke were talking down to him. He found them as words of reassurance, telling him you'd never do something that you didn't want to, that caring for him was something you genuinely wanted to do with your time. He found himself falling deeper into love with you with every little moment you shared.

He didn't even realize he was doing it till the back of your hand met his lips. The second he realized what he had done, he glanced over at you, frantically searching for any sigh of discomfort. But all he found was a soft smile displayed upon your lips. He felt your hand flex slightly, giving him a soft squeeze of confirmation that you were okay with his actions.

He pressed his lips further against your skin. Enjoying the smoothness against his mouth. The warmth coming off of you. When he pulled your hand back from his lips, he glanced at you again, though it was dark he could see the rosey color that had adorned your features, the smile that had grown wider, the soft twinkle of appreciation in your eyes as you focused on the road. You had finally reached your driveway, after all you didn't live very far. You didn't let go of his hand until you both got out of the car. He made sure to grab his bag from the backseat before getting out, once the car was locked you slid your hand back in his.

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He had set his bag on the floor of your room, he always love being in it. Surrounded by well.... You... The posters, the comic books, the drawings, the photos, the figurines, the vinyls, the plushies. He even loved the scattered books that you forgot to put away, or the unorganized makeup on the vanity. Even the random trinkets that sat in your windowsill. He has so many memories of late nights he spent with you, even if the reason he was there sucked ass, he loved being with you.

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capturecharlesau · 2 months

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FUN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT MY PRECIOUS DANNY BOY :D 💕 ♥️

Random ass facts lol:

Danny is Italian 🇮🇹

His favorite food in the entire world is cinnamon rolls :D

He is gay and bigender

He tends to be VERY emotional it doesn’t matter if it’s something small to him it’s an EXPLOSION of sadness

Danny is SLIGHTLY autistic (it’s not as big as his little sister Annesa has it but it still affects him in some things) and is very sensitive to loud noises and yells and covers his ears

He is VERY VERRRRYYYY expressive but he can’t help it’s something that is a part of him and he often worries if he’s being overdramatic and annoying people

Danny is half human half star (thanks to his mama’s side :))

He’s very loving and sometimes very touchy and loves hugs, PLATONIC kisses, pats, rubs when it comes to friends but he ALWAYS asks first if they are ok with it! If not he will not do anything and respect the boundaries

Danny loves Sanrio lol and his favorite character is Cinnamoroll and My Melody hehe

He LOVES Super Mario Brothers and LITERALLY played ALL the Mario games hehe he ADORES the games/shows/movie :)

He LOVES cooking! He hates it when people think he’s JUST a waiter! But NO he’s a chef too and he knows how to cook FAST as his Papi taught him lol

Danny’s music tastes are interesting lol what does he normally listen to on full blast on his speakers three times a week in his dorm—? Shit I dunno what—?? ✋ 👀 🤚 He loves music of all kind he’s kinda….an “international playboy” the songs he listens are “smooth like butter like a criminal undercover-!” 👀 it “lights him up like dynamite-!” They make him feel like a “boy in luv-!” 👀 the songs teach him to “LOVE YOURSELF” MORE— I’ll shut up—

Danny sometimes likes to sneak out and go in the kitchen and make some surprise snacks for his family or his friends hehe

Sometimes Danny’s powers have a mind of his own due to his sentient shadow Daniel trying to slowly take control of Danny’s body—

Danny MAY BE SHORT but DAMN is he fast he has great agility too 👀 Danny’s only weakness is strength he is far too weak and needs his amore (aka Crusher) to help him on that lol

Dan likes to clean a lot he DOESNT have OCD abut he kinda feels uncomfortable if certain items are not in order or cleaned right or organized by color

Danny is an EXCELLENT mother/father he always does EVERYTHING in his power to protect his kids and WORRIES emotionally if he leaves them unattended for more then 3 minutes

Danny has something called “mama instincts” if his kids are in danger OR his hubby as well you best believe DANNY WILL BE ANGRY and will suddenly be SUPER STRONG he can SMASH through walls running you do NOT mess or interfere with his mama abilities/instincts

Danny is very kind and sweet he always puts others first before him :)

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #captured!charles au #danny felizima

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acey-wacey · 2 years

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Can you do headcanons on what if Yuu/Reader just bursts into their room/office and just say "I'M VERY GAY FOR YOU", as like a confession, and just leaves by running away?

By their, I mean Riddle, Azul, and Idia (And another character if you want to add)

(Ps. Your working is amazing and I admit, I confessed to my current partner like this, it worked so)

Fr?? I need to try that, maybe I'd get a girlfriend 😔

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🌹 Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

It was a completely peaceful day for Riddle.

He'd just aced his exams, ADeuce hadn't caused too much trouble, the dorm members were all doing homework or reading quietly in the common rooms.

But as he enjoyed the tranquility, he heard stomping down the hall before you kicked open the door and pointed at him with determination on your face.

"I AM VERY GAY FOR YOU!"

All eyes turn to you as Riddle stared with utter shock.

"GOODBYE!"

Riddle hadn't even process what you said before you stormed back down the hallway.

He just sat there, completely frozen, as the freshman looked at him expectantly.

Everyone thought he was about to run after you and tell you you had broken a rule or something but he just stared blankly at the floor.

The silence was broken by Trey who bursted out laughing.

Cater lamented about how he didn't get it on camera.

Riddle stood up in his chair, possibly about to go after you, but he sat back down.

He repeated this process about four times before he put his head in his hands, the breakdown setting in.

"What in the Queen's name just happened?"

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🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 🐙

It just happened one day after class.

You weren't planning on saying anything but you passed the Mostro Lounge and Azul was right there so you just...

"Hey, bich! I'm gay for you!"

You left right after, not wanting to give yourself enough time to regret it.

Azul just freezes.

Floyd and Jade try to get him to move but he is still staring at the door where you yelled your confession at him.

You broke him.

About ten minutes later, he relocates to his office, staring at his wall, trying to process what you said.

Maybe it was the aggression of the statement or the confession itself but he really cannot get it through his head that you are gay for him.

Eventually Floyd has to kidnap you and bring you to the Mostro Lounge to fix Azul since he's hasn't left his office in a week.

You have the conversation and he tries to make you sign a contract stating that your confession is legally binding and you cannot revoke your words.

It's very silly but you agree on the condition that he goes on a date with you.

He's broken again.

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🎮 Idia Shroud 🎮

To be honest, you thought it would be kinda funny to see his reaction.

One part of your brain says that it's a bad idea but the impulse control is not strong.

When the two of you win a Valorant round together, you scream it into the mic while celebrating.

"I AM SO GAY FOR YOU RIGHT NOW."

You are a little concerned about the crickets on the other side of the voice chat.

Before you could say anything, he logged off of the game and left the vc.

A few minutes later, a frantic Ortho almost broke your door down and dragged you to the Ignihyde dorm.

Idia was curled up in a ball on his bed, rocking back and forth with a dazed expression on his face.

His hair is a dusty pink and it's glowing brighter than you've ever seen it before, matching the splotchy blush on his face.

When he notices that Ortho brought you, he screeches and tries to scoot back but he has already backed himself into the corner.

You giggled and sit down on his bed, comfortably far from him but close enough that he could touch you if he wanted.

"I meant it, Idia. I am gay for you."

Idia.exe has stopped working.

Ortho is in a panic once more.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader

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