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#feeling very bisexual in this house tonight!!
mamahoggs · 1 year
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aesthetic swap or more accurately, they dressed each other
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non-un-topo · 1 year
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Thinking about how my partner splurged on those squishy silicon breast forms and honest to god when I tell you some wild animal took over my body
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sapphosgardens · 4 months
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oof what the fuck i just watched this video essay by alexander avila and i am in love with the way he does video essays. oof ooof what the fuck that hit hard.
his brain is so big bro
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gurugirl · 5 months
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Spiderman | fratboy!harry
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Continuation of this one shot - but can be read as standalone.
Summary: You’re at the big Halloween frat costume party and get to flirting with someone dressed as Spiderman. The tall, masked man with a deep voice just so happens to know a private spot to reveal his true identity to you.
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Warning: 18+ only, smut, slight mask kink, this is mostly just gratuitous smut
Tonight was your excuse to dress up like the supervillain Poison Ivy. A short green dress with patches of fabric leaves all over and a crown of ivy on your head. Mostly it was just something cute to wear to draw a little attention. Plus Poison Ivy is bisexual so you were hoping at least someone picked up the hint. All were welcome, so to speak.
When you got to the frat house you noted all the sexy and fun Halloween costumes. Lots of tit-bearing cats, a few she-devils, some baseball players in well-fitted jerseys, a Lego. The house was packed. The music was loud. Too many of your fellow university schoolmates had begun drinking early. You arrived late on purpose. Drunk wasn’t a cute look. At least you didn’t think it was. Not on you anyway. And you kind of hoped to get hit on and maybe get lucky. Tipsy sex could be fun. Drunk sex wasn’t memorable enough to be worth it.
“Haven’t seen you around in a while.” You looked over at a tall someone dressed in a Spiderman costume. The hood was covering his face so his identity was a mystery, though you thought you recognized the voice as someone you’d had a fun hookup with once.
You leaned your hip into the counter just as you’d finished pouring yourself a drink, “Is that so? I guess I wouldn’t know if I’d seen you around or not since I can’t exactly be sure who you are.”
His laugh had you grinning suddenly as he mimicked your stance, leaning his own hip into the counter facing you, though you couldn’t see his eyes under the spandex material.
“So, you’re telling me you can’t recognize me by my body?” He leaned his head down as if looking over himself before bringing his face back upward, “This costume hardly hides anything.”
You cocked your head, sipping your drink as you allowed your eyes to travel over the red and blue spandex. It clung tightly to his chest and hips, thighs… You didn’t miss the bulge either as you brought your eyes back up to the spot where you figured his eyes were under the mask, “Nope. Sorry. Should I recognize you by your body alone?”
You could tell he was smiling under the spandex, “You should. As I recall, you know my body rather intimately.”
Now you were certain it was the fun hookup you had a while back. You didn’t know him well. But you did know him to be quite popular. And attractive. And the time he went back to your dorm with you and your friend was quite memorable. But you decided to play coy a little bit. Just to get him going.
“Really? Hmm…” You feigned confusion as you slowly ate up his frame, inch by inch with your gaze. His heavy-looking bulge was a nice reminder of how sizable he was. You wouldn’t forget it. “Still doesn’t ring a bell. I don’t see any outstanding features here.” You waved your hand up and down gesturing at his frame.
He nodded and remained quiet. You were sure he was feeling you out. Trying to see if you were fucking with him or not. You were.
When he inched in toward you and placed his gloved hand over your forearm he leaned in and spoke quietly into your ear, “I’ll give you a hint. Would you like a hint, Y/n?”
You nodded as you felt his warmth. He was so close to your body as he spoke, “Had you bouncing on my cock, made you come, all while your friend watched us fuck.”
You swallowed. Yes. You remembered very clearly that night. It was the only time you’d ever done anything like it before. And now, he was clearly trying to get you in bed again. At least… that was the vibe you were getting. You looked down and realized his bulge was, well it was bulging. Was he getting turned on just thinking about it? You needed to have him again. Wouldn’t mind feeling that thick cock inside of you once more.
You sighed and turned to face his mask, “Hmm… maybe. I’m not positive, though. Might need to check a few things out to verify–“
Harry’s grip on your forearm tightened, “Can be arranged. Wanna go find a room so you can verify?”
You laughed as you looked around. You’d never been talked into something like this so fast in your life. Then again, Harry, you knew it was him, was quite convincing and he was good in bed from what you remember. You couldn’t feel bad for giving in so quickly.
Harry took your hand and you followed him upstairs, leaving your unfinished drink in the kitchen and long forgotten.
The good thing about the frat house was that it was massive and there were enough bedrooms that you were able to find a free room almost right away.
Harry locked the door behind himself and then suddenly he was pushing you backward toward the bed where you fell to your bottom the moment the back of your thighs hit the edge. You giggled as he put his spandex-covered hands on your thighs. Propping yourself up by your elbows you watched him take in your bare legs and then one by one, lift each upward to remove your heels. He was between your thighs and the erection he was sporting indicated he wasn’t wearing underwear. Or if he was he’d fully pushed his way up and out of the top band.
“M’gonna give you a little reminder. Take you down memory lane and have you sit on my face. Is that all right?” He climbed over you on the bed, hovering over your body and looking down at you. You really wished you could see his pretty eyes.
“Okay. But how are you gonna do anything with this on?” You plucked at the fabric covering his face.
You heard a breathy, amused laugh fall from his chest as he pushed himself off of you and laid down on his back, “You’ll see. Climb up.”
You adjusted yourself, straddling his torso, and then lifted upward, gently placing yourself over his face, not yet sitting all the way. You were still wearing panties and you were hovered over his mask so you weren’t sure what his plan was exactly.
“Lean forward a bit.” He spoke from under you.
Leaning forward, you put your hands on the headboard and he adjusted something underneath you and that’s when you realized he was lifting his mask to uncover his mouth and part of his nose before pushing your panties aside and grasping your thighs, pulling you down on his mouth. You laughed when you settled and looked at the Spiderman mask between your thighs. You couldn’t see much of his nose and his mouth was covered by your pussy but the whole thing felt ridiculous to you.
Ridiculous until he began mouthing at your pussy slowly, using his tongue through your crease and his hands gripped your ass, pushing you into him further.
“Oh!” You tightly grabbed onto the headboard again in a gasp.
His warm tongue slid up and down and his moans made you hot. You hadn’t quite been ready but with his mouth on your clit, you were quickly aroused and slowly wetting his face.
Kissing and sucking sounds below drew your eyes down to him. You could see his dark curls sticking out from the edges of his mask where he’d pulled it up, his pink lips were also memorable. How had you not reached out to him after that first night? He was good. And he was so fucking hot. But he was also really nice to you and to your friend.
You tilted your pelvis down and dragged your clit over his nose and moaned softly as he pushed his tongue into your entrance. The slow lathering of his tongue up and down your crease and his puckering lips felt just as good as you remembered.
He pushed at you and inhaled a sharp breath, “Starting to remember me now?” His shiny berry lips quirked up in a cocky smile as you panted and shook your head, “Nuh-uh. I’ve sat on lots of faces. Gonna have to give me something more if you really want me to remember you.”
His raspy laugh had his nostrils flaring and he pushed at you, causing you to move off his face, “Fine,” he breathed as he sat up, “Lie down. Looks like you need something a little extra.”
Your back hit the mattress as he sat back on his haunches and pulled at your panties, tearing them down your legs and pushing your dress up your thighs, exposing your cunt to him as he lowered his face over you, his shoulders bumping into the back of your thighs to hold you down.
“Y/n, you taste just like you did before. So soft and sweet,” he ran his spandex-covered finger through your crease and you gasped at the odd feeling of it. He laughed at your reaction, “You’re wet enough that this should still feel really good. Tell me if it’s irritating to your skin,” his mouth and nose, and ends of his hair were still exposed as he circled two fingers over your clit and had his face tilted toward you.
When he opened his mouth wide and lowered it over your clit you grasped onto his hood and sighed. It was so good. Just like before. His tongue and lips and the way he gently sucked you in made you quiver.
But it was the odd sensation of his fabric-covered fingers slipping through your wetness that kept you very much in the moment. You kept imagining that the shiny spandex would soon collect all your wetness and you’d be left dry and it would start to hurt but it was the opposite.
The smooth material became coated and the extra friction from the fabric felt yummy.
He slurped your clit and took a good long lick upward from your entrance to your clit and then held up two of his fingers so you could see, “Look. Just want you to see this before I start fucking you with them. Nice and slippery,” he scissored his fingers apart and you saw the strings of arousal stick together,” But tell me if you don’t like it.”
“Oh my god…” you moaned as you craned your neck up to watch him as he slowly plunged them inside of you.
You tightened your thighs, but Harry used his free hand to hold you apart and the grin on his face as he watched his gloved fingers slide in and out of you was lewd, “Hear that?” He increased the speed at which he was fingering you, your wetness being pushed in and out with his fingers was definitely audible, “Bet that feels so good, doesn’t it, Y/n?”
You nodded and moaned again, still trying to keep your neck tilted so you could watch.
When he wrapped his mouth around your clit once again, though, you cried out and your head fell back onto the mattress in surrender.
His fingers, his tongue, and his lips had you writhing and moaning pathetically, “Oh fuck…” you cried as he curled his fingers just right, and flattened his tongue over your clit, his face aimed toward you as if he were watching your reaction.
He continued fingering you as he lifted his face and planted a sweet kiss to your clit, “How’s it feel? Do you want to come, Y/n?”
You moaned and gasped as you nodded, “Yes, Harry…” and the moment you said his name you knew you were busted. Your eyes widened and Harry’s grin took over his face, you could see the beginnings of his dimples.
“Figured you’d remember me,” he kissed your clit again and spoke against your pussy, “Hang on, sweet girl. Gonna finish you off properly.”
And finish you off he did. Properly at that. He held you down with one shoulder and one hand as he fingered you with his other and sucked and dug into your clit. The noises were obscene. From the wetness you’d created, to the fast pace of his fingers pushing and curling into you, to his slurping and moaning…
“Come on baby,” he coaxed when he felt your thighs shaking and your moans turned into whimpers and cries.
His tongue flicked side to side quickly and then he dug in as if he was sucking the last bits of juice off a mango and the vibrations from his moans had you seeing stars. You gripped his head and shouted his name as you came in his mouth. You thought you heard a laugh come from him but you were so far gone in ecstasy that you couldn’t care. You knew you were being loud but it wasn’t every day that a man came around to give you head the way Harry was.
When you’d opened your eyes you noticed you pushed his mask up further with how you’d been hanging on, nearly his whole nose was exposed as he softly licked upward from your entrance to your clit. He removed his fingers and was cradling the underside of your thighs with both hands. Like a loving little gesture to help you come down.
Suddenly he was hovering over you and had his lips pressed to yours. Your first kiss of the night and it tasted like your pussy. But you liked the taste of pussy so it didn’t bother you.
You could feel Harry’s hard erection on your thigh as he licked into your mouth and cupped your face.
It felt so sweet and so desperate at the same time. You knew he needed to be taken care of too. He deserved to have the favor returned after the way he’d just handled you with such precision.
Pushing at his shoulders he gasped as he parted from your lips, “What do you need, Harry?” You asked him.
He moaned and rolled his hips down so you could really feel him, “You. Just you. Whatever you’re willing to give.”
You grinned and wrapped your finger around a chunk of his hair, “But what do you want? Want a blow job? Want to fuck me? Want my hands?”
Harry exhaled heavily and dropped his mouth open, “Can’t stop thinking about how good you felt on my cock. The way we fit together.”
You bucked your hips up and nodded, “I can’t stop thinking about it either. You felt so good. Stretched me out so nice.”
“Fuck.” Harry quickly moved off of you and stood at the edge of the bed before opening up the side drawer, “Need a condom.”
You rolled over and opened up the other side table drawer to rummage through it. Not finding anything other than pens and loose charger cables. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad about rummaging through a stranger’s things when you had Harry Styles about to fuck you.
Harry adjusted his cock as he quickly walked to the dresser on the other side of the room and looked through the top drawer and let out a groan of relief, “Fuck yes.”
Holding up the condom he placed it on the dresser and untied the top of his spandex suit. He was still wearing the mask, though it had been pushed upward and his hair was exposed at the ends, slightly more grown out than the last time you saw him, but he was too focused on his task to worry about how funny he looked with his mask half covering his face. The moment he untied the top he began to pull at the suit and peel it down his toned and tattooed torso. You sat up and watched him undress. He had no underwear on just as you suspected.
You had to laugh at the spectacle. Just like a woman wearing a cute tight body suit, men had the same issue with needing to remove the entire thing in order to use the bathroom, or in your case, fuck.
“Heey, don’t laugh. Beauty comes with a price.” He grinned as he kicked the body suit away and opened up the condom, slowly putting it over himself. He looked over at you and tilted his chin upward, “Get your dress off. Wanna see those pretty tits.”
You giggled and pulled at your stretchy dress, easily removing it by the time he made his way back to the bed. He climbed over you, his mask still covering his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you.
The way his mouth moved against yours and his hands found your breasts and your ribs and your tummy as he moaned and licked at your tongue gave you a surge of need. You lifted your hips toward his and slid your hands down his torso to grab his cock.
He pushed himself down into your hand and then reared back gently to slip his shaft through your labia, wetting the condom, “This is gonna be better than the first time. No performance anxiety with a third watching.” He grinned down at you as he moved back to take you in below him.
You laughed as he pulled at your thighs and lifted your legs over his, angling your hips upward so your bottom was positioned on the tops of his thighs, “Were you nervous last time with Heidi? It was your idea? And… can we take this off?” You gestured to his mask.
“Heidi? That was her name?” He responded as he pulled the mask off from over his eyes and tossed it behind himself. “Sorry, I barely remember. But… I wanted you to think I was cool. Plus she was kinda cute. But it was really all about you.”
You pushed yourself up to your elbows at this revelation, “Wait. You only invited her because you wanted me to think you were cool?”
He shrugged and smiled shyly, “Yeah. Knew you liked girls too. Figured it might make you like me if I was cool with that.”
You shook your head, “And then you just never reached out to me again after?”
He puffed out a soft laugh, “I don’t know. Felt like maybe you weren’t as into me. Didn’t want to embarrass myself.”
You took his hand and pushed your fingers between his, “Well, after this it looks like we’ve got some talking to do. I kinda thought you were too cool for me so that’s why you never bothered.”
The look on his face was surprised, “Me? Too cool? That’s not… no way. If anyone is too cool it’s you, Y/n.”
You laughed and tugged at his hand, “Please, Harry. Just fuck me.” You were relieved to see his eyes and the top of his head finally. Just as handsome as before, hair slightly more undone from the hood he had over his head, but it was perfect for what you two were about to do.
Harry let out a shaky breath and looked down to where your entrance was wet and softly clenching for him already. His lips dropped open as he leaned forward, your hand still in his, pressing it down to the mattress next to your head as he pushed his tip in.
“Ohh…” you breathed out and watched his face scrunch up as he plunged in slowly.
“Feel that? This the reminder you needed?” He whispered lowly as he inched in.
There was a moment of silence between you two as you watched each other and he began to move in and out, deeper on each thrust. Heavy breaths and soft moans until he’d reached into you as far as humanly possible, hips rocking into you and fingers tightly squeezing around yours.
“Fuck me… Fucking condom sucks but you… holy shit…” Harry moaned and began to roll into you faster.
You reached your free hand up to move his hair from his face, “Harry… you feel so good inside of me. Oh, my god…” The snap of his hips wetly collided with you as the small bed creaked gently.
Harry held himself up with one hand, palm flat on the mattress as pushed into you, his muscles tensing and flexing above you, “Yeah? Feels good just like you remember? You’re so wet for me, Y/n. Didn’t know you needed me so bad,” he panted his words.
You were wet for him. So wet it was almost embarrassing, but you were glad in a way because he was quite sizable, and if you’d been any less wet it might have hurt. But as it was, the slip and the stretch and the way he could drag himself in and out was delicious.
You cupped his face and moaned loudly as he pounded into you harder. You could feel your tits wobbling and the bed dancing under your back. Harry was groaning and his eyes grew dark fast. Every time he bottomed out he ground himself into you deeply and you gasped at the ache, “Careful! You’re almost too deep!” You breathed out your words in a rush.
His cocky smirk meant that he took that as a compliment, so he did it once more, his eyes pinned to yours as he slowly stuffed himself into your cervix, “Ahh! Harry…” You widened your eyes and then he pushed himself back to his haunches.
“Sorry. Can’t help it,” he spoke, still grinning at you as he smoothed his fingers over your clit and worked his cock in from the new angle.
You knew he was long and that he’d reach deep, but that kind of deepness usually wasn’t achieved without you being on top. Even average-length guys felt deeper when you were on top. But Harry, of course, wasn’t average-sized. And you could tell he was very aware of that fact. Proud of it even.
With his fingers on your clit and the new angle his cock was nudging into your little sparkly, yummy soft spot inside over and over again. You moaned his name and he let go of your hand to fondle your tits. He continued a nice pace, slipping back and pushing in, long, exquisite strokes that filled you and stretched your insides apart. You could only imagine how he’d feel without the condom inhibiting the texture of his skin pressed into your skin. The friction, the way his foreskin would move inside of you, and his swollen tip uninhibited by smooth latex would really make the drag something.
“Yesss!” You moaned as he hit your spot perfectly, the repeated glide of his thick crown into your g-spot, had you trembling.
Harry breathed hard through his nose as he looked down to where he was fucking into you and back to your eyes, “Gonna come already, Y/n? Tell me how good it is.”    
“Fuck, Harry… You’re so big and you're pressing into something inside of me that I can’t… I’m gonna… it’s so good… so full… oh fuck! Gonna come…” you babbled and moaned as the bed squeaked and the headboard softly tapped the wall in time with Harry’s thrusts.
“Shit. Was gonna fuck you doggy but if you come I’m gonna come, baby. I can’t help it. Your wet pussy is just sucking me in,” he pressed down over your clit and hastened his fingers and you could feel him shaking.
You tensed your thighs and cried out just as a knock came to the door. Someone was saying something but you were gone. Your ears were ringing and your loud cries and buttery, mouthwatering orgasm were all you could focus on.
Harry groaned and pushed into you a few more times, before he couldn’t hold back, dumping his come into the condom with a choked moan.
He could hear someone threatening to unlock the door but Harry was in bliss. There was no way he could stop his cock from twitching and coming and you were so sweet and pretty below him with your face scrunched and your cries of nonsense.
The cliché of time standing still had been true in that moment. You couldn’t stop trembling and clenching over him as you felt his cock throbbing inside of you. Harry’s own orgasm just prolonged yours. He had leaned over you, his fingers in your hair as he pushed into you with gasps and soft whimpers.
When you finally opened your eyes and Harry had caught his breath the door was opened and Harry turned back quickly, covering your frame with his broad chest, “Sorry! We’ll get out. Just… let us get dressed,” Harry’s words came out breathy and stuttered as he was still breathing heavily.
“Harry? God damnit! Just… Fine. You owe me, man.” The guy who was speaking closed the door. You never saw his face because Harry had covered you and when he sat back he smiled softly at you.
“Want to go back to mine? Stay with me tonight? We can talk a little.”
You grinned and sighed with a nod, “Of course. And then maybe if you’re up for it, you can fuck me doggy like you wanted.”
Harry breathed out a laugh from his nose, “Oh I’ll be up for it.”
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morningberriesao3 · 7 months
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MWMD - Be My Love
Steve Harrington X Virgin!Eddie Munson
Summary: It's NYE, and the cat comes hurtling out of the bag. Eddie and Steve finally do something about their feelings.
Word Count: 6.8K
Chapter: 6 of 6 CHAPTER LIST
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Content Warnings: Explicit m/m sexual content including… Virgin Eddie Munson, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Minor Crossdressing (ahem, EDDIE WEARS A G-STRING), Oh no they’re both tops?! what will they do!!?!, Top Steve Harrington, Power Bottom Eddie Munson, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Nipple Clamps, Under-Negotiated Kink, Unsafe Sex, Creampie. Underage Drinking and Recreational Drug Use
Tags: Eddie Munson lives, 5 + 1 Things, slow burn, POV Eddie Munson, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, Sexual Tension, Caretaking, Massages, Sharing a Bed, House Party, Play Flighting, Bros Being Bros (JK it’s very homoerotic), Halloween, Boys in Makeup, Independence Day, New Years Eve, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending
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A/N: thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged over the last few days! this story is so much fun and it was a blast to write. if you were to choose between an angsty rock star eddie fic next, or a fantasy vampire eddie fic next, which would it be? feel free to send in an anonymous ask if you have an opinion or input <3
Many Ways, Many Days, to Say ‘I Love You’
December 31st, 1986
“Holy shit,” Steve shouts beyond the blasting music in the middle of the makeshift dancefloor. Another holiday, another party. Eddie has attended more parties since meeting Steve than he’s ever even seen in his entire life. This one is at some graduated basketball player’s home, and Eddie has been clinging to Steve’s side for the majority of night so he doesn’t end up alone. It seems like a very unsafe place to find himself without his escort. Steve shakes his glass that’s filled with pink liquid in front of Eddie’s face. “This is so good. You should try one of these. It’s so good.”
Eddie sways to the beat of the (terrible) music. He’s tipsy enough that he’d stopped complaining about it half an hour ago, but not drunk enough that it wasn’t on the forefront of his mind. He pretends not to know exactly what song it is (You Make My Dreams Come True by Hall & Oates), even though he knows it word for word. It’s not his fault that the radio station sometimes plays shitty music. Over and over. Until he has to convince himself it is, indeed, shitty.
Eddie eyes the liquid in Steve’s glass. “What even is that?”
Steve squints an eye. “I think it’s strawberry – no, raspberry. And… peach?” He smiles that crooked smile at Eddie. “And a whole lot of liquor.”
The image that Eddie has cloaked himself in over the years tells him that he can’t sip on a fruity cocktail in a public place filled with his peers. But a little voice in his head tells him, You don’t care what other people think about you anyway. And if it’s good enough for the King of Hawkins High… So he looks at Steve and says, “Lead me to the refreshments, your majesty.”
Butterflies erupt in his stomach when Steve bends in half at the waist and holds an outstretched hand towards Eddie. “Right this way, milady.”
Now, here’s the thing.
Maybe being called a lady shouldn’t do something for Eddie. But what does everyone call him? The Freak. And when it comes down to it, there are parts of himself that are rather… freakish. Like the G-string that he pulled from the back of his drawer to wear tonight – a dirty little secret – for his own cheap thrill. Or the nipple clamps he hasn’t had the chance to try out yet.
Or being called a lady by Steve.
So he takes Steve’s hand, because it’s beckoning him to do so, and his stomach churns sideways, and he has to remind himself of his promise – the one he made to himself – that that thing that he and Steve did was a one-time thing. That, despite all reasoning in the entire world, Steve didn’t mean to get himself off with Eddie and didn’t mean��to get Eddie off, too.
Does that make any sense at all? Probably not. But what makes even less sense would be the opposite theory. The one where Steve isn’t completely straight.
It’s a theory that Eddie won’t even let himself consider, because it would spark that pesky little flame of hope within him. Better it never gets lit in the first place, instead of lit and extinguished.
“Hey, Stace,” Steve says to the blonde girl in the kitchen, who has a shaker in her hand and a group of other cute ladies crowding her. Steve gives her a devastatingly beautiful smile and she rewards him with a bashful blush and a bat of her ridiculously long eyelashes. The jealousy that Eddie feels at the exchange is concerningly violent. “Can you make a couple more of these for me? They’re amazing.” Steve shakes the glass at her the same way that he did to Eddie a moment ago.
“Of course,” she chirps, biting on her lip in a way that Eddie can only assume is seductively. She lets her tongue poke out from her perfectly plump, pink lips to wet them. Eddie nearly scoffs aloud. “So, Steve. Are you here with anyone?”
Eddie looks down at his decorated hands to see if he’s gone invisible. He certainly feels like he has. But nope, he’s very much there, standing next to Steve.
Steve’s not as much of a prick as everyone else at the party, so he throws his arm around Eddie’s shoulder, unashamed. “Yeah – this is Eddie. I’m here with him.”
Stacy’s eyes trail sideways and look at Eddie for no longer than a couple of seconds. It’s long enough, however, for Eddie to read her distaste. “Oh. No, I know. I mean, are you here with anyone.”
Steve’s brows crumple above his Roman nose. “What? I’m here with Eddie.”
The group of girls twitter soft laughter. Stacy pours the contents of the shaker into two solo cups filled with ice. “You’re such a fool, Steve.”
She says it in a tone that’s probably supposed to be endearing, but Eddie can see how Steve bristles. “Alright. Well, thanks.” He picks up the two glasses, handing one to Eddie and turning his back to Stacy.
He pats Eddie on the back and points his chin towards a clearing in the centre of the room. They start to make their way away from the kitchen, but Stacy calls after him, “Only a few minutes until midnight! Come find me!”
Steve turns to face her once more – so does Eddie – and he doesn’t miss how she throws him a wink.
“Oh, um. Thank you. Maybe,” Steve says, grabbing Eddie’s wrist and hauling them away from her advances before she can say anything else. They find a quiet space in the living room, against the wall. Eddie leans his back against it while Steve takes a sip of his drink. “I hate it when they don’t take a hint.”
For a second, Eddie wonders if he doesn’t take the hint sometimes. Social cues and all that. That would, in fact, explain why lately he’s been living in a constant state of confusion.
But all he does is nod, and say, “Same.”
They stand there for a minute, sipping on their drinks, eyeballing the crowd as they laugh and dance. Then Steve cocks his head and takes a step towards Eddie. Suddenly, he’s very aware that there’s a solid wall behind him. That Steve is closer than he should be. That he’s pushing into his space when usually that’s just an Eddie thing.
Maybe he’s rubbing off on Steve.
He’d like to rub off on Steve. Again. If you catch his drift.
“So,” Steve says, looking down on Eddie, making him feel strangely small, “what’s the story with you and Gareth?”
Eddie furrows his brows, nearly choking on his cocktail. “Excuse me?”
“I never really asked before.” Steve shrugs. “And – I don’t know – you guys seem to hang out a lot.”
“Yeah. Uh. I’ve known him since like, grade three. He’s my best friend.”
Steve’s eyes drop from his for a moment. He chews on his lips. “Oh. Of course – I mean, That’s… great.” Eddie stares as Steve’s expression falls. And he has half a mind to say that he looks… jealous. But the confidence quickly returns to Steve’s gaze. “So, what am I then?”
Eddie’s stomach ties up in knots. “What are you?”
“If Gareth is your best friend. What am I to you?”
He’s aware that all plausible deniability has disintegrated. It probably did a long time ago, but now is when it really hits him. That look sparks in Steve’s eyes – the cheeky one where he’s being flirty and sexy and he knows it. The one that has been unleashed on him a few times by now, but Eddie’s always made excuses as to why.
And he is trying, trying, to find an excuse right now.
He only slightly pays attention when the chatter in the room gets louder. When everybody turns to the television in the living room that’s playing the New York City ball drop.
Steve doesn’t turn to the TV. He still crowds into Eddie. “Because sometimes I think one thing, and then sometimes it seems like the opposite.”
Eddie’s only slightly aware when the whole room raises their glasses in the air, and they yell in unison: Ten!
Instead of answering Steve’s question, he sucks in a breath and holds it.
Nine!
And then he turns it around; he says, “I don’t know, Stevie. What am I to you?”
Eight!
Steve’s lips twitch into that cocky little grin of his, the crooked one that Eddie loves so much. God, he’s so attractive. “Well, I think –”
Seven!
“– it hasn’t been the most traditional way of getting here. But we’re –”
Six!
“– together. Boyfriends.”
Those two words volley around Eddie’s head for what feels like an eternity. Together. Boyfriends. The world is on a standstill. Everything is in slow motion. His heartbeat stops, and so does his intake of air. Everything kind of zeros in on Steve, and him, so close. Heat radiating from the body that’s pressed up into his own.
A million thoughts race through his mind at once: This isn’t real. You didn’t hear right. This is a joke.
And then there’s the other thoughts. The ones that tell him that everything that has happened since March – everything that’s happened in the last nine months – suddenly makes sense. Everything since waking up in that hospital hand-in-hand with Steve. That maybe the flirty moments – the small touches, the kiss that he only thought was a game, the playfight that turned into something more – maybe those things meant what Eddie was always trying to avoid thinking they might mean.
To keep himself from getting hurt.
But maybe all this time, Steve has cared – the same way Eddie has cared – and he’s been trying to tell him. Not in words, but in actions.
And each time, Eddie had shut himself down afterwards. He closed himself off from allowing a discussion, just in case it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.
Here it was. That discussion. But it was everything Eddie never expected. Everything he’s always wanted.
All of this berates Eddie’s thoughts, but he’s only aware that no time has passed at all when the crowd yells: Five!
Even though he feels like he’s cracked the code, there’s still that pesky devil on his shoulder that’s whispering in his ear: there’s no way any of that is the case. So he stares up at Steve – he can feel the whites of his eyes shining as they balloon – and he whispers, “Really?”
Four!
Steve’s little smile turns into a full-on grin. His puppy-dog eyes crinkle in the corners. He takes another step into Eddie’s space, even though there’s not much left. When did he get so goddamn close? “Are you gonna give me a kiss?”
Three!
Eddie scans the room. He forgot that they aren’t alone, even though – tucked away in the darkened corner of this massive house – it feels like they are. Nobody is looking. Nobody is looking and Steve is so fucking close…
Two!
Eddie’s eyes flick down to Steve’s mouth. His lips are shimmering pink. Maybe from the drink…
One!
He nods and breathes, “Fuck yeah.” And then Steve’s lips are on his.
It’s as unbelievable as you might think, having Steve Harrington kiss you. Really kiss you. Not under the façade of a game or a dare, but because he wants to.
Just like the rest of him, his lips are sure. Confident. They slot with Eddie’s first with a gentle brush, and then start moving with conviction. He coaxes Eddie’s mouth to part and suddenly he can feel the scrape of Steve’s teeth against his lower lip. He can feel the heat of Steve’s breath as they breathe the same air. He can feel that Roman nose brushing against his own. Feels Steve’s hand – the one not carrying the drink – press flat against his stomach.
And then Steve’s tongue flicks out to catch the jut of Eddie’s lips – kind of like that time on the Fourth of July – but it’s a question. One that Eddie answers by opening his mouth further. That tongue slips inside, and he can see fireworks behind his eyelids, he can taste Steve’s drink, he can feel the slide of wet against his hard palate.
His self-control snaps.
Eddie pushes back into Steve. His tongue meets his in the middle, rougher, impatient. Their teeth clack together, he can feel drool seeping from the corner of his mouth and he’s not sure if it’s his or Steve’s but it doesn’t matter – he wants it all. His tongue licks over Steve’s mouth and he tastes artificial vanilla. And he realises in that moment that Steve’s lips aren’t shining and pink because of the drink, but because of the lip gloss.
When he has that lightbulb moment, Eddie groans into Steve’s open mouth. It’s mostly drowned out by the cheering of the crowd – oh yeah, the crowd – but still, Steve chuckles and pulls back.
“Do you what to stay longer, or do you –?”
“Fuck, no. Let’s get out of here.”
Maybe he’s a bit overeager, but Eddie grabs Steve’s hand that’s still pressed against his stomach and he yanks him towards the front door. Everybody is still blissfully unaware of their kiss. Everybody but Little Miss Drink Mixer Stacy, who’s staring so hard it looks like her pretty green eyes will pop from her skull. Her mouth is hanging open. She’s frozen in place.
Eddie really should be frightened that somebody in Hawkins witnessed such a disgusting act of intimacy between two men, but instead he feels proud. He blows her a kiss and wiggles his fingers in a wave before he and Steve slip from the door and into his rusty van.
He starts the ignition, and before he can even shift into reverse, Steve is grabbing his hand. He stares at it for a minute. Such a simple thing, holding somebody’s hand. But it still has his heart in his throat. It’s just so real.
“What are you thinking right now?” Steve asks.
Eddie feels the ways his fingers fit so perfectly between his own, and counters with a question of his own. “Why didn’t you say anything to me?”
Steve blinks at him from the passenger seat. “What do you mean?”
“Why didn’t you – I don’t know – slap some sense into me? Tell me that you… felt this way. Or wanted this.” He gestures vaguely to his chest, wrapped in a WASP t-shirt.
“I thought you knew,” Steve says simply. He gives a loose shrug of his shoulders. “It’s pretty obvious that the things we do together aren’t really – you know. What just friends do.” His brows furrow. “Well, maybe you do those things with your friends, but I don’t –”
“I don’t either.”
Steve pauses for a minute as he smiles over at Eddie. “You really didn’t know?”
“It was weird.” Eddie looks down at his lap. “But I didn’t want to assume things. I didn’t want to wreck our friendship, because I – well, I really like you.”
Steve finally lets go of Eddie’s hand long enough for him to back from the front of the house they emerged from. He grabs it right back once they’re on the main road back to Forest Hills Trailer Park.
“I thought it was one of two things,” he says. “I thought you either wanted to take things slow. I didn’t want to pressure you into doing anything, because losing your virginity can be a really big deal.” Eddie’s entire face ignites. He tries not to think about how sad that is – twenty and a virgin. When Steve has been rolling in the sheets since he was probably fifteen. How casually Steve just said that, like it isn’t mortifying. He continues, “Or, I thought you weren’t really interested in taking our friendship any further.”
Eddie gawks at Steve. “Dude, I didn’t even know you being into dudes was a possibility. And if you were…” He pulls into the gravel in front of his trailer. It crunches under the tires. He doesn’t finishes his thought.
Not until Steve squeezes his fingers, and asks, “And if I was, what?”
“And if you were into guys, there’d be no way you were into me.”
Steve looks like he can’t even comprehend why Eddie would say such a thing. That he’s not aware of how different they are. That he’s not aware that Eddie is a mere mortal while he’s a god. “I’m into you, man. I’m so into you.”
Eddie stomach erupts once more into a thousand butterflies. Or maybe they’re bats. He can feel his cheeks turn even redder.
“And for the record,” Steve adds, “I really like you, too. I – I really like you. And I wasn’t lying, at the party. I want us to be boyfriends.”
Eddie chews on a little patch of dry skin on the corner of his lip, and desperately tries to kill the bats flapping away in his chest. “Okay. Boyfriends. I, uh. I want that, too.” He’s not great with words, but it gets his point across.
Because Steve is beaming as he leans across the centre console to press his lips to Eddie’s once more. Eddie tastes peach, and vanilla, and cigarette smoke, and chewing gum. And he tastes just Steve as their tongues mingle together.
Steve’s hands start exploring him – squishing the little meat he has on his thigh, teasing under the hem of his shirt, brushing against the few hairs he has trailing from his navel below the waist of his jeans. This time, when his cock starts swelling, he doesn’t try to hide it.
The beautiful cherry on top, is that this time, he’s freshly bathed and somewhat groomed. This time when Steve sees him naked, he won’t be embarrassed.
When Steve sees him naked. What a treacherously delicious thought.
When he moans into Steve’s mouth the same way he did at the party, there are no other noises to swallow it up. So it fills the space of the van, this raunchy sound that tumbles from Eddie without his consent. It sounds so unlike him – desperate and begging. But then Steve makes his own noise, and suddenly Eddie can’t wait any longer. He can’t wait to get himself on Steve, inside Steve, whether it’s his hands or mouth or his perfectly tight ass.
“Fuck,” he groans, “let’s go inside. Now.”
They barely make it through the front door and into his room. Steve is all over him, groping at his nipple ring through the fabric of his shirt, flicking it, twisting it – fuck, fuck. Eddie’s own fingernails are digging painfully hard into Steve’s shoulders, scraping against his neck, pushing under that stupid rugby shirt to rake against his impressive chest.
He crowds into Steve – shoves him against the ledge of his mattress. But before he can get Steve onto his back, he swivels so somehow he’s the one in front of Eddie. He’s the one pushing Eddie onto his back.
He falls to the mattress, Steve towering over him like some powerful warlord.
Eddie’s dick is throbbing, hard as steel in his jeans. He’s probably not contained at all in the – oh, fuck. Oh, FUCK. The G-string. The G-string that he put on before the party. The G-string that he has no intentions – zero – of Steve even knowing he owns, let alone seeing him wear. Why the fuck did he choose tonight to try it out, why did tonight have to be –
Steve bends to pop the button of Eddie’s fly, fingers deftly undoing the zipper.
“Fuck – uh – Steve. I just have to – can I just have a minute? I forgot to do something.” His dick is so tender. He can feel his heart beating between his legs, can feel himself leaking into the tiny cotton gusset of the panties. So small. So tight.
Thankfully, Steve nods. “Don’t take too long.” Before relief can find Eddie, before Steve pulls away from him to let him stand, he dips his fingers under the waistband of his jeans – just a small tease against what is supposed to be his boxers. But they find the string of fabric squeezing against the flesh of his hip instead.
Eddie sees the moment when Steve realises that he’s not feeling the elastic band of Eddie’s normal underwear, but something entirely different. “Uh, Steve…”
“What’s this?” Steve cocks his head to the side as his eyes trail down Eddie’s body, to his gaping jeans. When Eddie looks between his own legs, he nearly chokes at what he sees. The dainty fabric, edged in lace and a tiny, feminine bow, stretching obnoxiously over his cock. It’s holding on for dear life, that little triangle of fabric. It’s barely containing him – it’s not containing him. The waistband isn’t against his skin, it’s being pushed from his body by the swollen head of his cock and through the gap there, the flushed red tip can be seen. Glistening, strained, wet.
“Steve, I didn’t – it’s not…” Eddie doesn’t quite know what to say; he’s wearing women’s underwear. And not just any women’s underwear. The smallest pair that he could possibly get his grubby little hands on. Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover what he’s feeling.
Steve’s eyes are glued between Eddie’s legs. “Is that a thong?”
Just hearing those words leave Steve’s mouth makes Eddie want to die. “Oh my God.” He covers his face with his hands. “I didn’t know we’d be doing this – I didn’t know! I’m sorry. I don’t do this all the time. It’s the first time I’ve – I swear. Jesus Christ.”
Steve’s quiet, but Eddie doesn’t dare look at him. Until he hears, “Show me.”
It’s a command, all but growled at Eddie from the man atop him. When Eddie opens his eyes, he’s met with a rather ravenous looking Steve – a predator appraising its prey. His eyes are black, his jaw is tense. The muscles there feathering as he clenches and unclenches his teeth.
“What –?”
“Show. Me.” Steve hauls Eddie to his feet but doesn’t step far enough away. Their chests are still touching – Steve’s heaving like he’s parched for breath. Eddie is frozen for only a moment, but soon enough his trembling fingers are peeling the shirt from his own back.
The look on Steve’s face doesn’t make him feel ashamed anymore. It makes him feel appreciated. Sexy. It makes him feel like maybe this part of himself that he wants to explore – this part of himself that really does make him a freak – can be done next to the man that he can now call his boyfriend. His partner.
He hooks his thumbs under the waist of his jeans, and he pushes them down.
It’s hard to get them off when Steve is still standing so close to him – so close that their bodies rub together as Eddie moves to take the rest of his clothes off, bar the little black G-string that only lived in the back of his drawer. Until now.
The air from Steve’s lungs puffs against Eddie’s face when he straightens himself out again. And then Steve’s hand lifts against his shoulder, pushes him backwards so he stumbles back onto the mattress. And because he’s feeling brave (how could he not when Steve is looking at him like his last meal?), he lays himself out on the bed. He spreads himself open.
Steve’s eyes rake over every inch of Eddie’s body, from the top of his curly head, over his flushed cheeks, down his pale chest that’s painted with not only silvery scars, but splotches of nervous red. They land between Eddie’s legs, where his knees are lewdly spread to display just how much the little triangle is struggling to hold everything down there. Eddie knows how it gapes around his balls, how heavy they look compared to the scrap of fabric. He knows because he stared at himself in his mirror before they left for that stupid party. And he knows that now, with his cock engorged between his legs, that it’s only gaping more.
Eddie swears he sees Steve’s knees nearly give out. He definitely sees his hands form fists by his sides, knuckles going white with the force of them. Steve doesn’t lift his eyes from Eddie’s crotch as he says, “I am going to fuck you until you cry.”
The room spins as Steve undresses – Eddie barely registers his words. He drinks in Steve’s near naked body, his abs that flutter as he works off his belt and then his Levi’s. The thick outline of his dick tenting his black boxers. But then he thinks, ‘when Steve fucks me?’ as he crawls slowly between Eddie’s legs. So he hooks them around Steve’s middle and uses all his might to flip that muscled body onto it’s back.
Eddie straddles Steve as he says, “I think you meant to say you’ll cry as I fuck you, Harrington.”
He can feel the line of Steve’s cock under his boxers, pressed against his near bare ass. It’s only made more obvious as Steve grabs Eddie’s hips and pulls them harder against himself, lifting his hips to rub against his body. “But your ass looks so good in that tiny little thong.”
“I don’t think you got a great look at my ass yet. How would you know?”
And just as fast as he got Steve onto his back, he’s on his again. Steve looms over him, grabs around his torso, and flips his body like a ragdoll. Eddie’s face presses into the blankets as he lays face-down, his dick throbbing as it rubs under him and against the mattress. Steve’s hands splay against the valley of Eddie’s spine, fingers slipping under the string waist of the G-string, pulling the fabric where it was almost buried between the cheeks of his ass. “I’m getting a pretty good look now. Turns out, I’m right.”
Eddie tries to lift himself up, tries to get himself in a position of power once more. But Steve bores down on him, pressing his chest flush against the panes of Eddie’s back. His hips pitch forward and his cock drags against the cleft of Eddie’s ass. And he hates himself for this, he really does, but he whines at the sensation. He whines, long and loud into the ruffled blankets, a little river of drool seeping from the corner of his lips as he does.
“If you think you’re going to stick your cock in my ass, Harrington, you can think again,” Eddie says. But there’s a part of him, a small part that’s growing, that knows that’s a blatant lie.
He always thought, without a doubt, he’d top the first time he had sex, and he’d top the second, and the third, and the fourth, and so on. He thought he’d always be the one to get someone underneath him, someone crying and begging, someone gagging to get dicked down.
But he feels himself falling into some form of submission. Not that he wants to admit it.
Steve presses into Eddie again and again. He can feel the panties soaking up as much of his precum as it possibly can, but it must be reaching its threshold. There’s so much. His cock is weeping and so is he as he hears Steve grunting with each thrust. “But think about how good it’ll feel. Think about being stuffed full of my cock, Munson.”
Eddie isn’t crying yet, but it sure sounds like he is with the noise that just erupted from him. It’s enough of an answer for Steve.
“Fuck yeah, listen to yourself. You want to take it as much as I want to give it to you.”
Eddie tries to swallow down his sobs, his pants, but really he just sounds pathetic as he says, “In your dreams.”
Steve bends over Eddie’s back, gets his face nice and close to his ear. “You’re damn right in my dreams.”
A finger slips under the band of Eddie’s thong and pressed against his asshole. Eddie moans and arches into it, but he spits, “Fuck you, man,” with the little conviction he has left.
It’s not very much.
He wants Steve, he wants to be coated with him, covered from head to toe, all over his skin, outside, inside. He wants to take Steve’s cock every way that he can.
“Keep these on,” is all Steve says as he moves away from Eddie’s back, snapping the thin side of his panties against his skin.
Eddie does.
But Steve – he strips down to nothing, completely bare naked as he stands near the edge of the mattress. His cock juts proudly from him, and Eddie turns to stare, taking in every goddamn inch of his impressive length. Somehow, that’s going to be inside him, but he can barely compute it.
“Lube?” asks Steve. Eddie points to his end table where he keeps stuff like that. The rare nudie mag, the bottle of lube, the nipple clamps.
The nipple clamps.
Eddie grins something sharp and feral as he tumbles from the bed, reaching the drawer before Steve has the chance. He throws the lube onto the mattress, but he keeps the nipple clamps in his hands, joined together by a thin, silver chain.
Steve eyes the metal in his hands. “What’s that?”
“These, dear, sweet Stevie, are what you’re going to have to agree to if you think you’re fucking me tonight.” Eddie would bend to Steve’s will either way, but he wants to see what he can get away with. Steve sucks his lip between his teeth and clamps down on it. He’s nodding before Eddie even has the chance to tell him what they are. “Good. Get on the bed.”
Eddie regains some of his gumption as Steve clambers to obey his orders, throwing himself on the double mattress that they’ve shared now for months. He leans his back against the headboard, reaching between his legs to stroke at his cock that looks nearly as painful as Eddie’s own.
If Eddie did the same thing, he’d come in a matter of seconds. It’s probably better he gets fucked than do the fucking, because it would last no longer than he could even get himself sheathed in Steve.
He walks on his knees to where Steve is splayed out – as if on a platter. He runs his hands against the fuzz on his thighs, up the rippling abs that are adorned with matching scars to his own (albeit, not as many), through the thatch of chest hair between his pecs. Then he pinches on Steve’s pretty, pink nipples to get them peaked and prepped for his little surprise.
Steve gasps, but presses into Eddie’s fingers. His hand stills from stroking his cock as Eddie swings the simple, circular clamps, attached by a chain, between their chests. “You ready?”
“Fuck yeah,” Steve says, even though Eddie is sure he has no idea what he’s agreeing to.
He opens the clamps wide enough that they won’t hurt too much, but narrow enough to pinch into the peaks on Steve’s chest. Steve moans when the first one clamps onto his nipple, and lets his head fall back onto the headboard for the second one. Eddie trembles with delight as Steve’s cock offers a pearl of precum when he tugs on the chain.
So he swoops to lick it up.
“Oh, fuck,” Steve gasps, eyes fluttering open as Eddie’s tongue swipes against the bulb of his dick. He seals his lips around the head of his cock, and sucks on it like a cherry popsicle in June. Steve’s hips buck forward into the heat of Eddie’s mouth, against the soft skin of his cheek. He twirls his tongue and laps at the slit, and he’s not sure if he’s doing a great job, but Steve’s thighs twitch under his hands and he’s making these sexy little noises, so he figures it can’t be bad.
He savours the musky taste of Steve, salty and bitter. And he learns pretty quickly that sucking Steve’s dick might be his new favourite pastime. The way he shakes and whines and whimpers is almost as delicious as the heavy, hot feeling of the cock in his mouth.
It only takes five minutes before Steve is tugging on Eddie’s hair, easing his lips from his length as he says, “Okay, okay. Don’t make me come yet. Jesus.”
Eddie wipes at the saliva seeping from his mouth with the back of one of his hands. He tugs on the chain connecting Steve’s nipples once more, making him keen into the air. Music.
The next thing Eddie knows, he’s being charged by Steve’s broad shoulders, backwards. He falls flat on his back, his head and hair hanging from the foot of the mattress as Steve grapples at the lube.
He doesn’t say anything as he slicks up his fingers, he only stares down at Eddie with so much want that it looks like he might burst. If it’s anywhere close to what Eddie’s feeling, that might very well happen.
“Ready?” Steve leans forward and tugs Eddie’s panties to the side. He can hear the threads in them pop as they’re forced past their limit of stretch. And as they pull to the side, his cock springs free from what little fabric sheathed it. They both look between his legs, at how red Eddie is. How swollen, how wet. His dick twitches at the attention, and he spreads his knees further apart as his answer to Steve’s question.
It stings when Steve pushes two of his fingers into Eddie. It stings, but more than that, it stretches, it spreads, it squeezes. God, he feels so full, Steve’s fingers are so big. He moans unabashedly at the ceiling, twisting his fingers into his own hair to distract himself.
“Is this okay?” Steve asks, pulling his fingers out only to plunge them back into Eddie deeper than before.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, yeah.” Eddie tries not to let the tear gathering in his eye slip bast the brim. It doesn’t work. It feels… it feels so good. Like its scratching an itch he didn’t know he had. And then Steve’s fingers brush against something inside him – a spot he’s only read about – one he didn’t really know was fact or fiction.
It’s fact. It’s so fucking fact.
His voice breaks as he all but yells into he empty air, Steve’s fingers brushing against that spot over and over and over… and, Jesus, he’s not even touching Eddie’s dick but he’s gonna come. He’s gonna come before Steve has a chance to touch him.
But then Steve stops.
“You sound so fucking hot,” he says, slathering his hand and his dick with more lube. He pushes a third finger into Eddie like he’s making a point, forcing him to cry out once more. This time he doesn’t brush against that spot, Eddie has enough time to recollect himself as he gets stretched over Steve’s fingers.
“Steve?” he says, lifting himself to rest on his forearms. Steve cocks his head sideways, his fingers stilling inside Eddie’s body. “Fuck me. Right now. Fuck me.” And just to assert his dominance, he grabs the back of Steve’s neck and hauls him closer.
Steve growls and blankets himself over Eddie.
His lips crush against Eddie’s. Their kiss is anything but timid or practiced or skilled as they attack each other with their tongues, devouring each other in deeps licks and bruising bites. Everything between them wet and warm.
The blunt end of Steve’s cock lines up against Eddie as they consume each other. And then he’s pushing forward.
Someone – Eddie isn’t sure which of them – moans into the other’s mouth. It’s a shared breath anyway, when one noise is made, the other swallows it down. Give and take.
There’s an unrelenting pressure between them, and Eddie feels it when the head of Steve’s cock pushes past his rim. He’s never felt like he feels in this moment. Claimed, but still equal as he presses his fingers into Steve’s neck with one hand and tugs yet again on the chain attached to his nipples with the other. Steve whimpers as much as Eddie, sliding forward inch by glorious inch. And then he’s seated so deeply inside him that Eddie swears he can see a bulge by his belly button.
“You better start moving,” Eddie says, panting against Steve’s lips, “or I’ll pin you down and do it myself.”
With that, Steve pulls an inch from Eddie’s body and pitches forward again. His cock rubs against that bundle of nerves inside Eddie, and he starts leaking profusely between their stomachs, a jolt buzzing into his core each time Steve’s abdomen brushes against his flushed tip.
Steve hums into Eddie’s mouth as his pace quickens. Eddie could come from the sound alone – their skin slapping together aggressively, only heightened by the ridiculous amounts of lube slicking their bodies. Steve grunting and hissing. His eyes squeezing shut and fluttering back open to bore into Eddie’s. They’re both covered in a sheen of sweat; Steve’s olive skin glistening and sparkling against the warm light of the tabletop lamp.
The coil in Eddie’s stomach tightens and burns bright. He’s whining with each thrust of Steve, building a tension that’s about to snap. And as if Steve knows, he wraps his fingers around Eddie’s cock and starts stroking, quick, dirty.
“Oh, fuck, Steve. Steve.” He can feel his body tensing around Steve’s length, can feel his muscles beginning to contract.
“You gonna come all over my cock?” Steve says, low and sultry. It almost finishes Eddie off.
But somehow he holds off, just for a few more seconds. Enough to say, “Not before you come inside me, baby.” He doesn’t even know if it’s true. But still, he pulls on Steve’s nipple clamps because he has an inkling that it might finish him.
“Fuuucckk, fuck.” Steve’s hips lose their rhythm. He fucks into Eddie sloppily, and then something hot and wet is dripping from inside him as he rockets against his ass.
When Eddie feels Steve’s cum dripping out of himself, getting shoved back in with Steve’s still pistoning hips, the tension snaps. Cum surges from his cock in hot, white ribbons, slicking Steve’s fist, catching in the fabric of the G-string bunched to one side, shooting against Steve’s and his own scars.
He’s sure he says something – maybe a string of curse words, maybe Steve’s name – but his mind whites out before he can commit that detail to memory. But he does know his muscles are tremoring in Steve’s grasp, he does know Steve’s abs twitch against his fingers as he rubs his spend into his skin.
And then they collapse, Steve softening in Eddie’s body with each of their heady breaths.
Time ticks by until Eddie can comprehend. And then – like the time before – he laughs.
“What the fuck?” Steve says, but it has no malice. He lifts his head from Eddie’s neck, where he was pressing delicate kisses, to grin down on him. “Is that something I’ll have to get used to? You laughing after sex?”
Eddie isn’t really sure. So he says, “I guess we’ll have to have more sex to see.”
Finally, Steve pulls out. Eddie can feel liquid drooling from within him, cum and lube. He needs a shower. But he needs this moment with Steve more, so he wraps his arms around those strong shoulders and pulls him into his chest. Steve hums his approval, nestles into Eddie’s side like he belongs there.
He does belong there.
When Eddie goes to the bathroom to shower, Steve joins him like he did all those months ago. This time, however, he steps into the water. He wraps his arms around Eddie and presses the pads of his fingers into his head when he washes his hair so sensually, that Eddie might weep. Steve doesn’t say something smart when Eddie gets hard again; Eddie doesn’t feel embarrassed about it.
They get each other off a second time, with Steve’s hand wrapped flawlessly around them both.
Then when they go to bed, they tangle together in a pile of limbs, without even their boxers. This time, when he wakes up to Steve clung to him, Eddie doesn’t go still or try to keep Steve from waking. He presses into him until his eyes flicker open in the dark of the dead of night.
They get each other off a third time, with Eddie nestled tightly between Steve’s thighs and his fingers circling his cock possessively.
Then, they finally fall asleep.
January 1st, 1987
Eddie wakes up in Steve’s arms.
This time, he doesn’t question what it means, doesn’t question what might happen tomorrow.
A new year.
A new start – with Steve.
’86 really was his year.
THE END :)
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Sodom and Gomorrah: A Speculative Meta
on Ao3: Sodom and Gomorrah: A Speculative Meta
Sodom and Gomorrah is the story of a land so steeped in sin that many prayed to God for intercession, and God sent two angels to see for themselves if the rumors were true, and determine based on their testimony whether the cities should be destroyed.
In Season 1, we learn that Sandolphon was there, doing a lot of smiting and turning people into salt. The way that Aziraphale talks about it, we are led to believe that he was there too, bearing unhappy witness to the destruction, his plastered-on smile faltering as his vision fades into the middle distance:
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In this meta I am taking an alternate stance to the wonderfully presented interpretation by @queerfables in my speculation of what happened in Sodom and its relevance to the GO story arc overall, if canonized. I hope that readers will consider the merits of both arguments in their own formulations of Aziraphale and Heaven in the GO universe.
TW: discussions of homophobia, sexual assault, death & destruction
Verses are taken from this translation of Genesis, chapters 18 and 19.
Genesis 18
20 Then the Lord said, “The outcry against Sodom and Gomorrah is so great and their sin so grievous
21 that I will go down and see if what they have done is as bad as the outcry that has reached me. If not, I will know.”
(Notably, the allegations made against Sodom and Gomorrah are never discussed. It is simply left at “sin so grievous.” Though it seems like there may be more information in Genesis 12)
But God herself did not go down to Sodom, instead sending two angels. I, like queerfables, read this and quickly came to the conclusion that for GO narrative purposes, the two angels that God sent to Sodom were Aziraphale and Sandolphon, where the former is playing tour guide to the latter, who has the real authority in the situation.
Upon arrival, the angels are met by Lot; he invites them to stay with him. At first they refuse, saying they will stay in the square, but he insists.
Genesis 19
4 Before they had gone to bed, all the men from every part of the city of Sodom—both young and old—surrounded the house. 
5 They called to Lot, “Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we may know [have sex with] them.”
There is a lot of baggage to unpack from these two lines, especially in the 2023 context of politics in the Western hemisphere. Same-sex marriage is nearly ubiquitous, a near turnaround from only twenty years ago, but so is homophobic rhetoric, and the story of Sodom and Gomorrah is cited a lot for those purposes. Intersectional communities of faith have done a lot of work to try to reinterpret these two verses, insisting that what God finds so abhorrent about the actions of the men of Sodom is not that they are homosexual but rather that they are attempting to gang-rape two newly arrived strangers in their city.
For the real world, this is a very important discussion and a solid position to maintain, if one wishes to defend the concept of a benevolent God who made homosexual, bisexual, transgender, and every other flavor of human as lovingly and intentionally as was made every cisgender heterosexual person.
But we’re not talking about real-world God. We’re talking about the God in Good Omens. And She is not a very nice person. 
We have only to look at the contract that would allow the murder and then replacement of Job’s children, or the abject poverty under which Elspeth suffers that forces her to commit [apparent] atrocities, and ultimately drive her to attempt suicide. Whatever your feelings may be about the God of our shared meatspace, the God of Good Omens is not a character we are meant to admire, sympathize with, or make excuses for.
Returning to Sodom in the Good Omens universe.
I propose that it is thematically in keeping that the men of Sodom were not attempting to commit gangrape, but rather, they saw Sandolphon and fell in love on the spot. Because yes, Aziraphale is a fine scholarly-looking fellow, but it’s approximately 2000 B.C., the Bronze Age. Sodom and Gomorrah are most likely agrarian societies, and Sandolphon looks like he could throw a bale of hay like a javelin. He’s a whole lot of man, and the men of Sodom are into it. I mean, c'mon, Paul Chahidi in some biblical garb, is, uhh...
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...not an eyesore, iykwim. [image source: imdb.com]
So they go to Lot’s house and ask if they can see this man, in hopes that they can ask him on a date. They are smitten by Sandolphon. Sure, the ultimate goal may be to have sex with them, but not right there on Lot’s doorstep, and the gross misquoting can be attributed to Sandolphon’s own libelous report of events, not to the Sodomites themselves. History is written by the victors, after all.
While we’re at it, let’s consider Lot’s response:
Genesis 19
6 Lot went outside to meet them and shut the door behind him 
7 and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing. 
8 Look, I have two daughters who have never slept with a man. Let me bring them out to you, and you can do what you like with them. But don’t do anything to these men, for they have come under the protection of my roof.”
In the true spirit of Good Omens comedy, I can envision Lot walking out among these men, complaining that not one of them has asked permission to court or marry either of his daughters of maritable age, and perhaps rather than simping for his houseguest, perhaps they would consider dating one of them instead. Is it homophobic? Sure, but I’m not here to defend Lot; he doesn’t need it. Because standing next to Sandolphon, he’s an absolute poppet.
(The remaining stanzas regarding the Sodomites breaking into Lot’s house, I am going to selectively set aside and chalk that up to Sandolphon blowing some Sodomite choice statements about Lot being a homophobic asshole way out of proportion.)
Sandolphon, a True Believer, is not about to stand for this insult to his heavenly purity. Angels do not have relations with humans, and to insinuate that he would even consider it is blasphemy. He takes it as a personal insult that the Sodomites would propose such a thing. He finds this to be evidence enough that the Sodomites are truly corrupt and worthy of destruction.
I feel the need to emphasize here that while this contains some distinctly queer themes, Sandolphon is not angry because they are men; he is angry because they are human, a different species from himself (in the same way that angels are different species from demons), and furthermore that anything resembling love the way humans do it is disgusting and vile to him.
Aziraphale, meanwhile, is standing helplessly on the sidelines, desperately trying and failing to de-escalate the situation. But it’s no use, Sandolphon has already made up his mind. There’s nothing left for Aziraphale to do but to try to save as many people as he can, beginning with Lot and his family.
Genesis 19
12 The two [angels] said to Lot, “Do you have anyone else here—sons-in-law, sons or daughters, or anyone else in the city who belongs to you? Get them out of here, 
13 because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to the Lord against its people is so great that he has sent us to destroy it.”
Again, in the fashion that GO takes liberty with biblical narrative, I propose that it is Aziraphale alone who warns Lot that Sandolphon will destroy Sodom come sunrise, and sends him out into the night to gather his family and get them out as quickly as possible. I propose, additionally, that Aziraphale is the one who leads Lot and his daughters by the hand out of Sodom and then protects the village of Zoar from destruction so that they can take shelter there.
Genesis 19:
15 With the coming of dawn, the angels urged Lot, saying, “Hurry! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, or you will be swept away when the city is punished.”
16 When he hesitated, the [angels] grasped his hand and the hands of his wife and of his two daughters and led them safely out of the city, for the Lord was merciful to them.
17 As soon as they had brought them out, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t look back, and don’t stop anywhere in the plain! Flee to the mountains or you will be swept away!”
18 But Lot said to them, “No, my lords,[or singular, lord] please! 
19 Your[singular] servant has found favor in your[singular] eyes, and you[singular] have shown great kindness to me in sparing my life. But I can’t flee to the mountains; this disaster will overtake me, and I’ll die. 
20 Look, here is a town near enough to run to, and it is small. Let me flee to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my life will be spared.”
21 He said to him, “Very well, I will grant this request too; I will not overthrow the town you speak of. 
22 But flee there quickly, because I cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the town was called Zoar.[“small”])
While yes, this is a fictional interpretation of a biblical scripture, let’s take something from the fact that Lot is supposed to be addressing two angels, but the pronouns he uses to do so are all singular in the original Hebrew: that is to say, it seems like he is only talking to one angel. So in the victor-edited retrospective, the story is written to seem like two angels were rescuing him, but from the faithfully quoted words of his own mouth, it was only one. It seems like Sandolphon tried to write himself in as one of the good guys but couldn't bring himself to actually change the words that were coming from Lot's mouth. (Again, this is unnecessary work to do for the biblical narrative to be molded to a GO narrative, but it is an interesting feature of the original text nonetheless.)
At sunrise, the destruction begins: 
Genesis 19
23 By the time Lot reached Zoar, the sun had risen over the land.
24 Then the Lord rained down burning sulfur on Sodom and Gomorrah—from the Lord out of the heavens.
25 Thus [S]he overthrew those cities and the entire plain, destroying all those living in the cities—and also the vegetation in the land. 
26 But Lot’s wife looked back, and she became a pillar of salt.
So goes the story of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah: The cities are slandered before God, who sends Aziraphale and Sandolphon to investigate; Sandolphon is so incensed by human men flirting with him that he determines that the city shall be destroyed in the morning, and Aziraphale races against the clock to save as many as he can, knowing that he cannot save everyone. He bears witness as the men who resemble himself so much, who committed no greater crime than to seek out a forbidden love, perish in a rain of fire and brimstone. He must feign heavenly delight that a sinful blight was erased from the world, while mourning thousands of lost souls. He wonders if they have been sent to Hell. Even Lot’s wife, whose only crime was to question, to wonder what is behind her and perhaps regret leaving it behind, is turned to salt. He sees the vicious glee of Sandolphon exacting his revenge for the crime of impugning his celestial celibacy. He wonders what Sandolphon would do to him if he ever found out about the stirrings in his heart for a demon who, 500 years prior, had sat beside him on a rock, looking out over sea, comforting him as he nursed his wounded faith. He wonders just how far along with Heaven he can go, and what the consequences will be when he dares to say, “I will go no further.”
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For those who (like me) are interested, the story of the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah seems to have been merged from two historical events, which was common in a period preserved primarily by oral history. The tale seems to resemble a volcanic event that occurred nearby and around that time, but Sodom and Gomorrah were most likely destroyed by an earthquake and a subsequent flood, since they were located in the Jordan Plain, the lowest dry land in the world, a full quarter of a mile below sea level at its lowest, and very near the Dead Sea. Additionally, the area is rich in bitumen, sulfur-rich near-surface petroleum deposits that, when disturbed by a major earthquake, may have sent hot tar flying into the air, which if it landed on anything flammable would give the impression that fire and brimstone were raining down.
✨ the more you know ✨
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Blending together the biblical canon and archaeological speculation, I'm going to make a wild, unsubstantiated proposal that Crowley turns the people of Sodom into fish so that they survive the flood. Because one biblical flood was enough, and he'd heard around the water cooler that She had promised not to do that again (lying liar). This creates a tentative connection with the raining fish we see in the title credits of both seasons, and I'm also going to reference it in an upcoming meta.
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Highlights from tonight's movie night celebrating some of the different teams Donald has been a part of in categorized and chronological order (I honestly like this format. I might stick with it):
"Boat Builders":
Good news: The short has subtitles! Bad news: They're not in English, so you still can't understand what the fuck Donald is saying.
Donald: "Yeah, even a child can do it!" Godfrey: "Even Della could do it!"
justaboot: "god's third choice after the 3 stooges"
Max's mother has been found
"The First Adventure!":
Bradford Hate Club
Ludwig appearance!
puffywuffy8904: "he's serving whatever the opposite of cunt is" WriteBackAtYa: "So di—"
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(I love this screenshot. 😂)
The reference to Della's letter
WriteBackAtYa and I being on the same wavelength
Eat the rich uncle (Sorry, Scrooge, but I had to. XD)
"You can't mute me, old man!"
RIP Donald's guitar
The Temple of Doom parallel!
PAPYRUS
"Treasure of the Golden Suns" easter egg!
"fragile old body"
POGO CANE
Black Heron doing the smug anime girl laugh (You know what I'm talking about.)
"I'm the chosen one!" Pure Deweycore
"So long, suckers!"
Just Black Heron in general (She's a fun villain. lol)
DONALD KILL
Us ranting about Bradford using the Papyrus of Binding to escape like the COWARD THAT HE IS! WHY WE OUGHTA— COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE—
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If I had a nickel for every time Black Heron lost her robot arm, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.
Me: "BEAKLEY YOU FOOL" Godfrey: "YOU FUCKING FOOOOOOOOL"
"The House of the Lucky Gander!":
Louie "I do hate hot dogs" Duck noticing the neon lights shaped like a hot dog
"We're all gonna die! I'VE WASTED MY LIFE!"
Launchpad deserves his own episode dedicating to his love life
Gladstone Hate Club
Scrooge looking at the camera like he's on The Office
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puffywuffy8904: "gladstone you have a haircut shut up"
Huey autism moment
Just how bored and tired Dewey, Webby, and Scrooge were after seeing Aquarioon
Dewey and the jade tigers
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
27!
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Webby's love for chocolate fountains
"And a distraction."
Scrooge: "I don't even get to be part of the blasted challenge?" Huey:
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Real-Life-Pine-Tree: "Roasted duck anyone?" Me: "'Danny: I'll have the duck.'"
Louie's motivational speech
"Where did that come from?"
Us @ Liu Hai: RIP bozo (at least until DuckTales World Showcase Adventure)
The underwhelming Golden Cricket and how fucking bored and exhausted the family was
"Mt. Fuji Whiz":
LotTC basically being DuckTales on crack
Me: "Hell is a city. Where have I seen that before? 🤔" Godfrey: "Hazbin Hote—[gunshot]"
My idea of Clinton and Webby bonding over Clan McDuck history
Missy thirsting for Panchito
The return of the Ari the Autism Bird!
Xandra and the nieces in general (They're some of the best characters in the show. ^^)
*The Three Caballeros are stuck in the Underworld* AMJ: "We have a very simple solution." DT17!Huey: "This doesn't feel simple."
Jack Skellington moon
Donald saying the Karen phrase
Xandra and Charon clothes swap
Panchito being "that" guy
The Sheldgoose family tree taking notes from Goofy's family tree regarding the relatives' designs
IN THE PLUMS!
Clinton hugging Donald 💖
Tokyo? LIKE IN DUCKTALES!
"Potatoland":
Dreamy: "SEE HE HAS 27 FINGERS" Me: "27!"
POTATOLAND! POTATOLAND!
"Mickey, I am fed up with your bullshit devil magic."
Praising Mickey's characterization in the Paul Rudish shorts
Donald's blush
No more Idaho
Just the whole short in general. It's the best. XD
"Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers":
Black Arts Beagle's Musketeer cousins
puffywuffy8904: "they wanna be Scrooge soooo bad"
Donald being, and I quote Jamie, "a punk bitch" in this movie
The return of Pete Hate Club
"Whoa, he's bisexual, I didn't know that!"/"By the way, I'm bisexual! I forgot, I- forgot to announce it! How do you turn this shit off- wait-"
The entire opera gag
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Clarabelle appearance!
Dreamy pointing out the parallels how Pete is to Minnie what Bradford is to Scrooge
In the Hall of the Mountain King
"Why did the music stop?"
"Together, we'll save the princess or die trying!"/"…Die? …Die?"
melcat33: "Minnie discovers she's into bdsm"
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WriteBackAtYa and I quoting Philip CD-i Legend of Zelda
The turtle trying to be the rooster from Robin Hood at one point
"That little diddy's starting to grow on me."
Pete referencing The Lion King
Donald FINALLY unleashing his iconic temper
melcat33: "Goofy finally being Dad Material" WriteBackAtYa: "But he was daddy material"
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(Look what you made me do! /lh)
Pirates of Penzance
"Not long… maybe… 40 years?"
The movie ending with the fucking Can-Can
Learning about how Tokyo Disneyland had Mickey, Donald, and Goofy as the Three Musketeers and they all looked AMAZING (Why does Japan get all the cool shit?!)
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ANNY ANNY OHMIGOSH
LIVE CHAPTER 16 REACTION
GO CHECK OUT @annymation’s “KINGDOM OF WISHES” REWRITE
(Spoiler warning for Wish and ig some Hazbin Hotel and The Owl House too since I reference them)
(Regular warning bc MATE THIS IS LONG AS FUCK)
(Oh also swear warning)
That gif of Magnifico in the beginning looks way too adorable to be a psychopath
SCREAMS YES instead of “ow my chest has heartburn” I NEED THE GUT-WRENCHING SCREAMS
LIKE VAGGIE HAVING HER WINGS RIPPED OFF SCREAMS
UGH he’s evil but he loves his wife
WAIT IS HE GONNA BRAINWASH HER INTO BEING A PRINCESS
DRAWING YES IS IT GONNA BE THE MAGIC CARPET
Oh bubbles that works too (also irony)
Imma trust that Valentino made it in a bubble too bc YOU ARE NOT killing off the animal sidekick okay I would rather Magmaya win than Val be killed
YES BABY IS OKAY
Man Dahlia you gonna leave your mother behind?
”ANOTHER PERSON I LOVE” YES GIVE US THAT CONFESSION ASHA
Disney Channel
It’s giving Onward
OOH or Frozen yk Elsa and the staircase scene
NOOO ASTER BABY
“Love of his life” DAM YOU ANNY WHY MAKE OUR BOY SUFFER
Amaya is channeling her inner Gothel rn
Ooh I love Lydia the Bard!
ARGH THEY’RE EVIL BUT THEY LOVE EACH OTHER
Mysterious language? Star dialect?
”Last star I see tonight” ANNY
AHAKSJAKS THIS IN A MINOR KEY
ASTER BABY THE SCREAMS
Oh so they’re becoming Stars interesting
CALLING HER A WITCH OUTRIGHT
Dam Eris was one of my first fictional crushes (bisexual ass) so now I’m wondering if Amaya should be one too
”Hate but also love” it’s giving “Out For Love” by Carmilla
But Magmaya is out for love too… SHEJWJSKJS COUPLE GOALS IF THEY WEREN’T MENTALLY DERANGED
SINGING AT THE SAME TIME >>>>>
THE TROPE EVER
LIKE A MADRIGAL BUT SAME VIBES
Noooo Aster
Hey orchestra of stars above where the heck are you
Aster I love you but they have no humanity left
HE’S DYING ASHA GIVE HIM THE TRUE LOVE’S KISS
YOU BOTH CONFESSED MAKE IT BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
Yikes Amaya you’re usually the brains now you’re choosing to spare her?
Ig since you’re in love it would be torture for you but cmon girl
FUCKING “I LOVE YOU” NO WHERE’S THE FUCKING MAGIC OF TRUE LOVE WHY IS HE NOT REVIVING
AGSJAJSKSJS IT’S GIVING LUZ NOCEDA
Oop gotta add a ToH spoiler warning now too ig
Brb
Okay back YK THE LIGHT ORB SHE FADES INTO
AND WE GOT ASHA PARALLEL TO AMITY HOLDING HER SOULMATE’S SOUL GLOW THING
AHSJAJSKS HAVE ASHA GO EDA/ KING FERAL
SHE FUCKING CONFESSED BACK ANNY MAKE THEM ALIVE AGAIN
Omfg battle outfit (AND MORE! THAN! JUST! SPARKLES!)
Omg yeah the dress fits so well with the star-chest thing
SHE HAS PUPILS idk why I was so hyped about that
IT’S GIVING “You’ll Be in My Heart”
VAL BABY
Wait next chapter? This seems like the conclusion Anny I’m scared
Omigosh these two royal idiots in love
I I bet they’re giggling and holding hands while destroying precious memories of their citizens
”Feels something changing” eh? Sorry it’s just canon!Wish didn’t give us much but the novelization is very AshaxDahlia heavy
YES SIMON HELPS THAT WOULD’VE MADE HIS MOVIE COUNTERPART BETTER
HE STANDS UP AND SINGS AND PROVES HE’S WILLING TO GO AGAINST MAGGIE
THE YOUNG GENERATION IS SINGING IT, BREAKING THE CYCLE OF VIOLENCE
Although Asha has her Sabino… maybe ghosts/ spirits of her loved ones? I always imagined the scene “A Wish Worth Keeping” would have her family’s spirits (in blue) smiling and cheering her on… sparkly ofc
YES this scene in the movie was my favorite bc it FELT DRAMATIC
I said before “Knowing What I Know Now” was my fav but Anny I changed my mind “Wish (Reprise)” is my favorite
YES TAKE BACK YOUR KINGDOM FROM THE STRAIGHT WHITE FOLK (Amaya is Greek… what is Magnus? I’m assuming white too)
SWORD YES make it Prince Phillip’s
Gotta admit that falling wish scene in the movie was gorgeous, reminded me of Wall-E
Wait omigosh Asha looks so pretty in that photo where did you get that
*stares at it for hours bc she looks gorgeous*
Referenced as a wand now!
Smiling as she falls bc she knows HER BAE WILL CATCH HER
HOW are they not dead. The gays only have the power of plot armor
So it was nighttime okay
AW HE CARES FOR HER
Yep definitely giving Belos
NOW I WANT TO SEE A KOWxTOH CROSSOVER
Told you idiots you shouldn’t have spared her. Pride really does come before the fall
Seriously Gothel wasn’t a pussy she stabbed Flynn why didn’t you stab Asha (sorry bby just wondering how they’re so stupid)
THAT’S what you’re worried about man
HE WANTS TO KEEP AMAYA SAFE IN HIS ARMS AND PROTECT HER AT ALL COSTS
Lol I’m just imagining a giant whoosh of power and light and Amagnus squeezes their eyes shut waiting for a painful death and then they just. Sneeze. Itchy magic glitter poof
Is this a reference to a past Disney movie? They’re really going the PJO route huh
DAM ANNY THAT’S HARSH
Uh. Wow. Okay Aster I guess they did kill you
Yay we have the citizens standing up!
Wait you make your wish at 18 was this women pregnant really early orrrr
Later? Oh goodness I’m worried for the next chapter
Uh Starsha is being a bit sadistic and Amaya is sobbing for her love…
MAGGIE TURN AND COMFORT YOUR WIFE
Oh btw is Magnus part Spanish? “Mi vida” since Amaya is Greek…
NO NO DANCE PARTY I DON’T TRUST YOU YET
Someone get Gabo some therapy mate
NO WHAT
ASTER WHAT
NO THE STARS WILL COME DOWN AND LEGO BATMAN HIS ASS
VIOLIN-STAR TELL THEM THAT THEY FOUND LOVE AND THEREFORE THEY WILL STAY
WHY DID HE SAY IT SO SOFT AND MATURE WHERE IS MY GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOY
DID HE HEAR ASHA TELL THEM SHE LOVED THEM? DOES SHE HAVE TO DO IT TO MAKE HIM STAY?
”Love is all they needed” Amaya you’re clever but this was all sort of your fault witch
FUCK YOU MAGNUS COMFORT YOUR WIFE OFH WAIT TOO LATE
Tbh I would’ve agreed with Gabo had they injured Val in some way
YEAH THEY DESERVE IT BUT THEY GOT THE PERCY JACKSON HEPHAESTUS CHAIR TREATMENT
Discord DID turn to stone too… how about they turn to stone and THEN get pushed off a cliff
OKAY that was long but it was good
Uh I’m scared for the next chapter? We get Amable’s backstory so do they escape? Will Asha become the FG? Will Aster get LEGO Batman-d by the school marching band of Stars? Is their magic the North Star magic? SO MANY QUESTIONS
Overall though great job Anny! This has been an amazing journey and I can’t wait for the final chapter!
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A story I wrote
Almost a year ago your sex life drastically changed. Your wife found your folder still open on the computer. She saw ALL of your kinks. The crossdressing, cuckolding, femdom, pegging, bondage, forced bisexuality, all of it. When she confronted you about it and asked if you wanted out you told her you wanted to do all those things with her. You love vanilla sex, it's amazing with her and you're always left satisfied and smiling. You just have repressed kinks, and you'd rather she participate instead of you privately dressing up and playing with toys.
It took some adjusting, but since then you've gone as far as cumming in a chastity cage from getting pegged from behind while wearing her lingerie. When she pulled out the magic wand after you starting pushing back into her and pressed it against your cage you fell in love all over again as you came harder than you ever have.
Your regular sex has gotten much more frequent and intense, too. Super kinks only come out once every two or three months for now, but she's gotten more and more into it.
Now you're preparing for tonight's adventures, and you can't stop shaking from nerves as you glide the opaque black lace top thigh high up your shaved leg. You look yourself in the mirror as you attach the garter. She really outdid herself this time; your makeup is ridiculously slutty. The extra long eyelash extensions and liquid eyeliner were a nice touch. Of course the fuck me red lipstick matches the locking patent leather heels you're slipping on. It's hard to put the locks on because she cinched your black satin and lace corset so tight. Your breastforms feel like they're overflowing out of it. The shiny red miniskirt advertizes your ass almost as well as your painted lips advertize your mouth. You check your phone: 10 minutes since she said she was on her way. Any minute now.
You put your long hair in a ponytail on top of your head. You lift your skirt and move your thong over so you can clip the leash to your cage as instructed. You leave it hanging from your skirt as you readjust. You hear her car pull into the garage. This is it. You pull on the red satin opera gloves and sit in the recliner. You hear them laughing as they enter the house. His voice is very deep and it makes you tremble. Is this actually happening?
They walk past you like you don't exist and sit on the couch. You don't have anything you could possibly think to say as they chat. You have no choice but to sit and watch them flirt. His arm is around her shoulder, fingertips rubbing the bare skin on her upper arm. She finally looks at you to judge your reaction when she puts her hand on his upper thigh. You involuntarily bite your lower lip and she smirks and moves her hand toward...
She says she's going for wine and she goes to the kitchen. The man continues to ignore you and pulls out his phone. She comes back in with two glasses and grabs your leash on the way back to the couch. You have to rush to not get hurt, and you're left standing next to your seated wife, still being ignored as they continue to drink wine and talk. There's a pause in the conversation, and he leans in. There's the slightest hesitaion, but she kisses him. Their tongues dance in a way that you're unfamiliar with, like they're eager to explore eachother; they ache for it. She puts her arms around him with the leash still in her hand which pulls you infront on him. His hands are exploring her, pulling her into him, carressing her breasts, reaching up her little black dress, rubbing her wetness through her black lace panties. He kisses her neck and she moans and looks at you. She points down. You know where this is going; it's your own damn fantasy, but you can't believe this is actually happening. You drop to your knees in front of the man seducing your wife. Her hand is back on his thigh. You put your hand on hers. She takes your hand and slides it up is leg with hers.
She puts your hand directly on his cock and starts using your hand to jerk it slowly, then her hand goes back around his neck as he works his kisses toward her breasts.
You don't stop rubbing the HUGE cock through the fabric in front of you. His mouth finds a nipple and your wife moans. You salivate as you put your other hand on the magnificent member in front of you. two hands isn't enough; you'd need a third to hold the whole thing.
You lean forward and exhale over the head through the fabric. His hips thrust slightly as he tries to fit an entire tit in his mouth.
You undo the belt.
And the button.
And the fly.
He lifts his hips and you shut your eyes as you pull his pants off. It's happening. You're submitting sexually to another man. You still can't believe it, but the actions are coming naturally. You put one hand back on the cock and lean in. No hesitation: your wife watches as you lick from the base of his balls all the way up the underside of his cock and you engulf the head in your mouth and moan. Finally, you know what it feels like, what it tastes like, and it's good. You bob up and down slowly on just the head, one hand on the base of the shaft, the other cupping those massive balls.
You feel a hand on your head. Not forcing you, but carressing your scalp with her fingernails.
He sits back and she scoots deeper into his embrace. His arm is back around her and he is big enough to reach down between her legs again. She kisses his neck and moans into him and he slowly rubs her and you slowly blow him. Her nails are still caressing, and her moans get softer. You want to keep going slow and teasing, but you start going a little deeper each time.
You feel another hand on your head, and this one is more insistent. He holds your ponytail in place and raises his hips to stuff more of his big cock into your mouth. You can feel him approaching your uvula as he slowly proceeds and you gag. You hear your wife moan. Then she gets up and kneels behind you. She puts her hands on your hips like she does when pegging you doggystyle and puts her hand on your head.
"Good girl" She whispers as he stretches his arms over the back of the couch and she forces more of the cock in your mouth. She starts thrusting into you as though she was pegging you and gets a rythm going. You can hear the noises you've heard in porn so many times coming from a throat getting fucked, and they're coming from you.
Suddenly, she forces your head all the way down. Your eyes bulge as your nose presses into his trimmed pubes. Your body forces you to try to inhale, but all that does is put suction on the cock in your throat.
A deep, guttural moan escapes the man attached to this mighty cock. She pulls you off of the cock by your hair and pulls you all the way back and kisses you. You can feel her tongue trying to lap up the taste of the cock in front of you.
She moves you over and dives her own mouth down on the cock. She doesn't go anywhere near as deep as you but he quivers as she swirls her tongue over his head. You lean in and suck his balls. He starts to thrust into your wife's mouth. She'd always stop you here, but she seems to get into it even more with him.
"Lick me"
You lay down behind her and scoot your head under her, she sits back on your breast forms and moves her thong over before rocking forwards and grinding on your mouth.
He stands up and she leans back a bit. He's now straddling your head and you can see his balls rocking back and forth getting closer and closer to her chin as she grinds her sopping cunt over your tongue.
She pulls it out and spits onto herself just above her pussy so it drips into your mouth and on your face. She's grinding over your chin and nose now as she dives back down on the cock. Drool starts hitting you in the face as his balls start hitting her chin. You hold her ass and focus on her clit while she's getting face fucked and she moans her orgasm into his cock. He slows his thrusting as her spasms taper off. He pulls out and rubs his throbbing member on your wife's face. Why does she enjoy that with him and won't let you do it?
She pushes him down and stands up. She beacons you to his cock and holds your face against his leg as she straddles in position over his dick. She looks you in the eye as she guides him in. Her eyes roll back into her head and she can't get more than halfway down. She starts bouncing halfway down his cock and you lean in and start sucking his balls again. You do your best and by the time she gets all the way down you have his entire sack in your mouth. You know how tight she is so she must be gripping this monster like a boa constrictor. He starts to throb almost immediately and your wife starts SCREAMING through orgasm #2. His balls are still in your mouth and you can feel him start to unload in your wife. She lifts off and one rope blasts up and runs from her neck to her pussy before you put it in your mouth and start swallowing. She pushes you head all the way down and spurt after spurt go directly into your stomach. You're quivering for breath by the time she releases you. You doubt there's any cum left in your mouth but you kiss your wife to share the taste anyway. She kisses you in the most loving, tender, turned on way.
You break away and start kissing the cum off of her neck, and down her chest, all the way to the cock still resting on top of her opening. You start to lick the head, and around your wife's lips. You clean every surface before diving your tongue deep into your wife and sucking as much out as you can. It's turning you on more than you thought it could to eat another man's creampie from her. She gets up and you return to kisses and a gentle touch on the cock before you. You're tonguing under his balls when your wife gets behind you.
You feel her lift your skirt and your thong tugs on your cage as she pulls it to the side. She lubes your ass.
"Suck it" She says as you feel her strapon at your entrance. You put the mostly limp dick in your mouth as she thrusts into you unforgivingly. She holds your pony tail and starts slowly putting the whole length of the strapon in and out as the cock grows in your mouth. She pushes you down and starts thrusting. Porn noises from your throat again, but this time there's uncontrollable moaning coming from you added to the mix. You start timing your breathing so you can deepthroat with every stroke without too much struggle. She's fucking you so hard the cock comes almost all the way out of your mouth every time she pulls back and it goes all the way down every time. She slows down and releases your head. You continue deepthroating as if you were still being forced. She slaps your ass, and pulls out.
He gets up and they trade positions.
She puts her strapon in your mouth and holds you there, petting your head. You feel the spit covered monster at your entrance. He pushes, you moan in pain. He tries again and it pops in. you scream into her dildo and she pushes it down your throat to quiet you. He pauses to let you adjust to the intruder, but she pushes your shoulders back into him and he slowly pushes it all the way in. His huge hands hold your hips and he waits for your nostril breathing to calm. The strapon is still in your throat.
Then he starts fucking you slowly. You can feel the world melt around you, there is nothing but the woman you love in front of you silently encouraging you to take it, and the intruder in you. This is what you wanted, doesn't it feel good?
Slowly all the pain subsides and is replaced by an eagerness for more. You're pushing back into him as he slams into you.
She gets up and he pulls you by the tits to an upright position. you arch your back as he slams into you.
You feel her hand on your thong and see she has the key at the ready! She unlocks you, but doesn't touch it. She lays down underneath you and positions herself so she can lick his balls as he fucks you. He pushes you back down to take the strapon back in your throat. She's thrusting it into your throat as he holds your head down.
Suddenly he slams into you and holds it. you can feel your wife still moving her head, tonguing his balls. He grunts and you feel the first spurt try to pop your eyeballs out. She scoots down and immediately engulfs your cock. As he thrusts into you and fires off the second spurt your cock makes it farther into your wife's throat than you've ever felt and your throat is forced down even harder on the strapon. This is too much. The man fucking your ass is forcing you to face fuck your wife and forcing your wife to face fuck you. You want to hold it, to make this last, but it's impossible. You unload into her throat, matching the spurts of the cum inside of you. His pulsing continues long after you finish and your wife holds your spent cock in her throat, moaning through each fought for breath. You finally feel him start to shrink and he pulls out as she lets your cock out of her mouth. You feel the cum pour out of your ass and she lapps it up from your taint and balls. You turn over and kiss her, and as he gets up to leave you can feel yourself getting hard again, and start to rub your cock on her swollen pussy while you shower your wife with kisses.
You don't even know that guy's name, but you can't wait to do that again. The thought of it will have you perpetually horny. Forever.
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jade-04 · 2 years
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The Queens of Hawkins
Chrissy Cunningham x fem!Reader
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Warnings: this is just pure fluff, there isn't an actual mention of homophobia in Hawkins, but it's implied
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“Nobody can know, okay?” You said to Chrissy. The two of you were sitting in your room, faces filled with tears of joy.
Chrissy had been your best friend since you both showed up to cheer tryouts freshman year. Both of you being scrawny, little, freshmen with dreams of being cheerleaders; bonding over the fact that you were both super nervous. Ever since that day, you were mesmerized by Chrissy, but nobody ever knew, except your second closest friend, Robin Buckley. You knew from day one that you liked Chrissy as more than just a friend, but if you told her and she didn't feel the same, you would instantly become the mockery of your small town. 
For Chrissy, you were the coolest person she had met in Hawkins, she knew practically the whole school, but somehow, you were still the coolest to her. She had only figured out a year ago that she liked you and she had been pining for you since. She dated a guy or two from freshman to junior year, but none of them had ever made her feel as special as you did. Even though you couldn't admit to her that you liked her, you always wanted her to feel loved and special. You were always getting her gifts or taking her out for pizza or dinner, her boyfriends would never do this for her. 
Both you and Chrissy had known for a while that you weren't straight. You had known since 8th grade when you shared your first kiss with Robin while playing spin the bottle at an all-girls sleepover. Robin was the only one you told that you were a lesbian and she was super accepting of you, years later you would find out she was on the same team as you. Chrissy figured out she was bisexual towards the end of sophomore year. After watching Revenge of the Nerds with her boyfriend at the time, she realized she had a huge crush on Julia Montgomery.  That brings us to today when you and Chrissy both admitted how head over heels you were for each other.
You and Chrissy spent every Saturday night together. It would start with one of you going to the other’s house and ordering Fettucine’s takeout, you would always order the same thing: a tin of lasagna for the two of you to share. After dinner, you would watch a movie until both of you fell asleep on the couch. It was simple, but it was the one thing you looked forward to all week. Tonight started no different than the rest, except for when you and Chrissy had finished your tin of lasagna and were sitting in your room listening to a Carpenters record your mom got you for your birthday. Chrissy was lying on your bed while you were curled up in a chair in the corner of your room. You had been drifting off slightly, but were trying to stay up because it was only 8:30 and you knew the living room would be free from your younger brothers by 9:00. You hated having to wait until 9:00 to start the movie, but the twins were having their hockey team over for dinner that night, so sitting in your room until everyone left was the best option. 
“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” Chrissy said suddenly, she was still lying in your bed, staring at the ceiling.
“Is that even a question? Of course, you can.” At first, Chrissy’s sudden noise had frightened you a bit, but now you were concerned by her question. 
“Have you ever… felt like you do about a guy… towards a girl?” Chrissy still hadn't moved,  but her voice was very nervous. She was afraid to look you in the eyes, but to you, it looked like she was just lying there thinking.
Your eyes turned wide. ‘Did she find out? Who told her?’ You thought to yourself, shifting around in your seat. “I-I’m not exactly sure what you're saying, Chrissy?” You tried to cover up your nervousness around the topic.
“I guess what I’m saying is have you ever, like, liked a girl?” She was now sitting up and looking at you. She had her legs pulled to her chest, hugging her knees.
“I- I mean… I guess I’ve thought there were girls who were super pretty.” You moved around so you were now looking out the window. “I don't know about liking them though. I mean, there’s this one girl, but…” You trailed off not really knowing what to say, you already felt like you had said too much and felt bad for lying to your best friend. It was hard to look her in the eyes, so you focused on the tree in your backyard that was swaying in the wind. 
“Oh.” You could hear the disappointment in Chrissy’s voice, but you couldn’t tell if she wanted you to drop it or try and keep the conversation going. You decided you wanted to try and question her a bit.
“Is everything okay, Chrissy?” You finally looked back at her. Her head was down eyes focused on her hands.
“Um…” Chrissy drew in a deep breath. “It’s just, there's this girl, who is totally tubular and I think I like her.” She was still staring at her hands, this time fidgeting with the friendship bracelet you made for her at cheer camp 3 years ago and a soft smile on her face.
“That’s super cool, Chrissy.” You smiled at her even though she couldn't see it. You were a bit jealous that there was this girl that made Chrissy feel this way, but you didn't care as long as she was happy. “Who’s the lucky lady? I mean you don't have to tell me if you don't want to though.” You were nervous causing you to start to ramble a bit. You didn't want to make her uncomfortable, but it would be great to know who this girl was. 
“Well…” Chrissy now looked up at you, meeting your eyes. She blinked a bit as she took a very nervous and shaky breath. “She’s you.” You could see a few tears coming out of her eyes, this must've been so hard for her to admit to you. 
You got out of your chair and rushed over to her, cupping her face to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Hey hey hey, it's okay!” You smiled at her. “I like you too, I have for a while now.” You could feel the blush creeping across your face. 
Chrissy now met your eyes. “Wait, really?” She said, putting her hands on your shoulders. 
“Yea, since freshman year cheer tryouts.” You looked away with a slightly embarrassed smile. 
Chrissy took one of her hands off of your shoulder so she could turn your face back to meet hers. She studied your face, not knowing what to say. She felt stupid for not having noticed sooner, but she also had been tied up in school work and boys to even try and figure out her own emotions. Her eyes trailed across your face until they eventually landed on your lips. This was a moment she had been waiting for, for almost a year now. “Can I kiss you?” A smile spread across her face. 
“Y-yea.” You stutter a bit not exactly knowing how to react. You were happy, but also super nervous. 
Chrissy moved her face closer to yours before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. She pulled away with a smile on her face, tears in her eyes again, but this time they were tears of joy. You couldn't help but giggle and wipe her tears away again, tears of joy falling from your eyes as well. You both had been waiting for this moment for a long time and finally getting to have it felt great. You smiled again before pulling Chrissy back in for another kiss. This time, you both sat there, kissing each other for a while until it felt right to pull away. 
“Do you wanna maybe be my girlfriend?” You moved your hands from the side of her face down to hold her hands. Chrissy’s eyes were glistening and you couldn't tell if it was from the moment you had just had or if it was because of the way she was crying not too long ago. 
“Yes! Yes, of course!” She took her hands out from yours to wrap you in a warm, loving hug.
Once again, you both sat there for a bit, both just enjoying each other's warmth. You were crying again, you couldn't think of a time recently when you had felt this happy. You both were so happy to finally call each other your own. 
“Nobody can know, okay?” You pulled away from your hug with Chrissy, putting your hands on her shoulder. “As much as I would love to shout from the rooftops that you’re my girlfriend, I don't want either of us to get outcasted by the town.” There was a sadness in your voice, you hated to keep your relationship a secret, but if people found out, you and Chrissy would be the new freaks of Hawkins.
“Okay.” She nodded. “We can be the secret queens of Hawkins.”  Chrissy said before pulling you in for another kiss. 
a/n: I literally have been thinking about this for days now and I just had to write it. I thought it would be cute for Chrissy to be dating another cheerleader. I might write a second part, but let me know if you guys want one. Also two posts in one night. Who am I?
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harurio · 21 days
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guardian ep6
@oneiro-nautical the cat's sleeping on my legs for this one. very warm and heavy
awww the straights are being okay. one of them is going to die then i suppose
I'M TELLING YOU
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HEART EYES ALERT
oh oof that flashback. chu shuzhi lost somebody didn't he. very good work by the actor too, the way his face fell made my throat close up a little
hey shen wei! and a hei pao shi reveal to boot. is that a yunlan i see on a bike in the distance (it is!)
oh something's wrong with that guy's fiancee the music told me so
you could cut the tension in this weilan scene with a knife. that damn lollipop. not to be crass but look at him
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smthn smthn call that man osha the way he's demanding a railing!!!
aw hell yeah i love creepy mirrors
never fear! hei pao shi is here!
sooo.... was the mirror girl the one that guy fell in love with? bc she was the one who looked more torn up about everything, the real girl just seemed pissed
oh heck. at it with the morally ambiguous and terribly sad situations again. i feel for both girls, though maybe a little more for the mirror girl, because she's the one in love and the other girl just wants what's rightfully hers
oof.
'love caused calamity' hey shen wei are we projecting here? this sounds like self-recrimination >:/
ooooh yunlan he is living rent free in your headdddd
and you are breaking rent free into his house. maybe don't do that
and now you're sending him bugged presents. behold, the mating rituals of the bisexual boytoy
poor li qian. i hope we continue to hear updates. also was it in the script that whenever weilan walk they have to be perfectly in step or did they just do that naturally
gettin real tired of your shit checkers man. do something already
you can really tell that shen wei is neither mortal nor (probably) human as he stands there very calmly allowing a couple of thugs to steal all his worldly goods. he has clearly had so many more important things to worry about for so many centuries
i really enjoyed this episode and i would love to watch the next to see how the mugging plays out but unfortunately i gotta put myself to bed at a reasonable hour tonight. sleep is for the weak and baby i can't do even one pushup 👍
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Y'all. I might be a little emotional tonight due to the overlap of post-period blues and being very very sick, but like... I am so excited for this new wave of PJO love. Because those books meant and continue to mean so damn much to me.
When I was 10 years old, I my dad bought the boxed set of the first four for me from a Scholastic book order. The last Olympian hadn't come out yet - it came out a month later. My dad chose it for me because it had Greek mythology, and I was going through a mythology phase at the time. I didn't know what he ordered, because he filled out the forms and sealed the envelope after my brother and I went to bed, and I took them to school the next day like a dutiful kid. When they came in, I had no idea what to expect, but I ended up devouring them. Because they made me feel seen in a way I never had before.
TW: adults not being assholes about neurodiversity, brief mentions of sexual harrassment and bullying, brief vague mention of self-harm, death of a loved one
You need to understand that at this time, I was your stereotypical "gifted" kid - undiagnosed dyslexic autistic with OCD and ADHD comorbidities. We lived in a super tiny rural town (like 16 people in my graduating class tiny) with very limited internet access (I had dial-up until I was 13) and virtually no support for my needs even if I had been diagnosed. The first time I had a meltdown from sensory overload, I couldn't stop crying and went catatonic - rather than being comforting, my teacher grabbed me by the shoulders and condescendingly asked if I'd "gone off my meds or something" and told me to pull it together. I also hit puberty super early, and was being sexually harrassed daily because of it, and nobody did anything about it. Not my teachers, not the principal, no one. When I told my parents, I was accused of being "melodramatic" and "overreacting." I learned pretty early that adults couldn't be trusted.
And then came Percy Jackson. And for the first time, I had a character like me - a nerd who played trading card games, who loved being in the water, who had ADHD and dyslexia. Who talked back and defended himself against the adults who talked down to him. And the whole story was about not being like your parents, about fighting for a better and more just world. A character who was powerful and funny and tough and whose disabilities were a part of his super power, not something to be overcome. And I fell in love with the series as a whole.
Like head over heels in love. It was embarrassing, actually. When I would lie awake at night, I would pretend that my parents weren't my real parents and that I was actually a child of Hermes who hadn't been claimed. I became obsessed with Ethan Nakamura - or at least, the self-indulgent, angst-and-lore fuelled fic version of him I created in my head. I started writing my diary entries pretending that I was Nico di Angelo. One of my first eer fanfics was just Clarisse and Percy talking and bonding over having shitty families, and her apologizing. It was VERY important to me that Clarisse be forgiveable back then. I sought out PerNico fanart when I was at the local library after school, and tried to create my own myth-o-magic cards but gave up when I couldn't figure out how to draw a manticore.
And then House of Hades came out two months before I turned 14. I borrowed my friend Axel's copy because I couldn't afford it, and oh boy did that hit me. I was going through a religious phase at the time but I was also coming into my bisexuality, and that caused a major personal crisis. So the scene with Cupid hit me really, really hard in a not good way. I remember sitting in my living room with my parents and brother while they watched Big Bang Theory, and I had to close the book and go to my room. I couldn't read for three days after that. But it also solidified my obsession with these books. 😅 A lot of other bad shit happened that year, to the point I started self-harming, and the PJO fandom provided comfort and community and distraction.
I spent the summer between eighth and ninth grade writing cringey Solangelo fic in which Will was a chronically barefoot Texas boy who got his first kiss playing truth or dare with Charlie Beckendorf. He liked Ed Sheeran and Taylor Swift, and they had their first dance to "Thinking Out Loud" while Lee played guitar by the fire. I set the wallpaper of my first ever cell phone to Nico fanart that I had to photograph because I didn't have internet access to download it. I played Paola Bennet's "Soldatino" on loop when I was having a bad day and pulled multiple all-nighters on my worst nights drawing PJO fanart.
Sword of Summer released my freshman year of high school. I borrowed a copy from an older boy I was hanging out with - I think his name was Michael? our friendship didn't last, but I'm grateful anway, because that book did. I had only been identifying as gender fluid for 9 months when that book came out, and my coming out was far from ideal. Meeting Alex was the coolest thing that could have happened to me. AND (s)he helped me to bond with my niece, who was 12 years old and already so much more aware than I had been at her age. I called her Magnus and she called me Alex - until we got the point in the book where they started dating.
And the summer after high school was super traumatic. I spent my summer helping my grandfather take care of my grandmother while on home hospice. It was emotionally draining, because this woman had as big a hand in raising me as my mother, but as the end got closer, she got mean and then violent. I was watching her die in slow motion, and it fucked me up big time. But during our moments of quiet, when she would be asleep and my grandfather was out in the garden, I would read Trials of Apollo, and even though those books hurt so deeply, it helped break me out of my numbness, and provided some great laughs along the way.
And when I got to college, the Riordanverse was one of the first things that helped me bond with the people who would become some of my best friends! I'll never forget sitting at the Rachel Carson dining room debating the phylogeny of sandwiches and discussing Red Pyramid with Sage and Kailtyn. I even tried (unsuccessfully) to make us Camp Halfblood T-shirts for candlenights one year. 😅
I know there are parts of the books that are problematic. But I also love this fandom so, so much, and I am so glad that it was able to touch so many of us. I still lay awake dreaming of Camp Halfblood. Of capture the flag and the rock wall of death, of blue coca cola and jelly beans. I buy blue Takis whenever I see them because they remind me of Percy. I can't drive past our local dam without snickering over the "dam snackbar." I know how much this series meant to my little queer neurodivergent heart, and I am really excited for the younger generation who may be discovering this world for the first time.
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grahamobrien13 · 8 months
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Hotch/Reid request - they tell Jack and Haley about them and Hotch is super worried
Another one written on my phone. I'm gonna look tonight for my charger.
Warnings: none really. It's pretty fluffy.
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Aaron glanced down at his watch. It was getting closer and closer to 5:45 pm. Which was the time that he was supposed to be introducing his boyfriend to his ex-wife and son.
Aaron knew that Hayley and Jack both already knew and loved Spencer, but he was still terrified. He had come out to Hayley as bisexual pretty soon into their marriage, and she was very accepting of it. He'd never actually had a serious relationship with a man before, though, since he and Hayley had been high-school sweethearts. He didn't do much dating then and he certainly hadn't since they'd been together.
But then everything happened, and work became Aaron's main priority. Hayley really did love him, but she realized that for her son and for her own mental health, it would be better if they were apart. Aaron was still a big part of Jack's life, and it honestly worked well for them.
Aaron didn't tell Hayley when he and Spencer's relationship first started... Mostly because they were strictly coworkers/friends with benefits, but once things began getting more serious, Aaron informed her of the relationship. Though he didn't tell her who he was seeing...
Aaron stood in front of the bathroom mirror, getting himself ready for dinner at Hayley's house with Spencer. He was so nervous, what if Hayley didn't approve of the relationship. He was a lot older than Spencer... And not to mention Spencer's boss... But he and Spencer had had many lengthy conversations about all of this and had set man healthy boundaries. They didn't let their relationship get in the way of anything to do with work, and both of them saw their job as their top priority, so it didn't really get in the way of the relationship.
"Are you almost ready to go? It's getting close to that time." Spencer said, coming to stand in the doorway of the bathroom. He looked great. They had both decided to kind of dress up for the occasion, and their matching ties were a really nice touch.
"Yeah, yeah. Let's go." Aaron said, turning towards the younger man and planting a soft kiss to his lips. Spencer kissed back for a second before grabbing Aaron's hand and pulling him out the door of Aaron's apartment and to the car.
Hayley clipped Jack's tie on his shirt, Aaron had sent it over, saying it matched with his and his boyfriend's tie. Hayley thought it was cute that Aaron was including Jack on that. She was excited to meet Aaron's boyfriend. Aaron hadn't told her much about him. He hadn't even provided a name, but from the way Aaron just seemed so happy when he did mention the mystery man, Hayley knew it was true love.
"When's daddy comin'?" Jack asked, looking at his mom. Hayley glanced at the clock,
"He should be here with his friend in 15 minutes." She said.
"Can I go play?" He asked, Hayley gave him a nod, and he ran off to his playroom. Hayley went to check on the chicken in the oven and then started the green beans. She hummed to herself for a little while until the doorbell rang. She quickly made her way to the door and opened it.
Aaron nervously tapped on the steering wheel the entire drive over to his old home. Spencer watched him,
"Are you sure that you want to do this?" He asked. Aaron stopped his tapping and glanced at Spencer,
"I mean, we can't keep it from her forever. And I want to be able to spend time with you and Jack together. I hate that it feels like we're sneaking around." Aaron said, Spencer hummed.
"What are you afraid is going to happen?" Spencer asked, Aaron chewed his lip for a moment before responding,
"What if she says something about our age difference... or about the fact that I'm your direct superior at work? Or what if she doesn't want you to be around Jack?" Aaron said, speaking faster than what was normal for him, Spencer noticed this.
"Well, we're both consenting adults. You may be 10 years older than me, but you weren't interested in me until I was in my late twenties, so I don't think she'll see a problem with it. We've both discussed our jobs and the way that this relationship works with our job, and we can explain our boundaries to her if need be. And I've been in Jack's life since he was born. I don't think that she's going to have an issue with that." Spencer said, hoping to calm Aaron with his logic. Aaron seemed to relax a little, and soon they were parking in the driveway. Spencer gave Aaron a quick squeeze on his hand before they both approached the door and rang the bell.
Hayley was there pretty quickly, opening the door. Her face turned to one of shock, and then quickly to one of happiness as she saw Spencer. She pulled him into a hug,
"Oh I'm so glad it's you!" She said, Spencer hugged her back and shot Aaron a smile. Hayley gave Aaron a hug, albeit a less enthusiastic hug than Soencer.
"See, Aaron. I told you there wasn't anything to worry about." Spencer said, just as Jack was running down the stairs and into his daddy's arms. Aaron smiled and looked at his family. He wouldn't have it any other way.
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movedto-bunny-lovers · 4 months
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Any unanswered questions for both of your f/os to answer? 😀
Hope you have a great day & thank you for the ask! 😊
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🏳️‍🌈 - What’s your sexuality?
“I’m a lesbian.”
🐋 - What’s your favorite place to bring your s/o outside of the house?
“My favorite place to bring my cute bunny outside of the house is the sports store where we check out the activewears.”
🎬 - Favorite movie you’ve watched together? Favorite TV show?
“Our favorite movie we’ve watched together is Captain Marvel. Our favorite TV show we’ve watched together is Wynonna Earp.”
🥺 - Have you ever gotten into trouble with them? Tell me about it.
"Nope we haven't."
🤔 - How long have you two known each other?
"Over 2 years."
⏰ - How long have you two been together?
"We've been together over 2 years."
👀 - What’s your favorite feature of your s/o’s?
“Her shoulders and I love giving her kisses on her shoulders.”
😇 - Have you ever surprised them with something? How good were you at keeping the surprise?
“Yes I have and she likes getting surprises from me. I’m pretty good at keeping surprises from her.”
🎶 - What’s your favorite song?
“My favorite song is Don’t Stop the Music by Rihanna.”
🍁 - What’s your favorite season?
“My favorite season is summer.”
🌸 - What’s your favorite flower?
“My favorite flower is white camellia”
⭐️ - Have you ever gone stargazing with your s/o?
“Yes we have and we always have a good time during stargazing even when it gets cold during the nighttime.”
😳 - What do they do that always flusters you?
“Whenever she gets clingy, I get very flustered surprisingly enough.”
🗣 - Do they compliment you commonly? What do they say?
“Yes she does! She’ll say how strong and brave I am, my hair looks stunning, how I’m great at figuring stuff out, my voice is magnificent, a nd how so lucky to have me in her life.”
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🏳️‍🌈 - What’s your sexuality?
“I’m bisexual.”
🐋 - What’s your favorite place to bring your s/o outside of the house?
“I like to bring her to the roof of the building when I take her for a flight.”
🎬 - Favorite movie you’ve watched together? Favorite TV show?
“Our favorite movie we’ve watched together is Deadpool. Our favorite TV show we’ve watched together is Kitchen Nightmares.”
🥺 - Have you ever gotten into trouble with them? Tell me about it.
“No, I haven’t gotten into trouble with her.”
🤔 - How long have you two known each other?
"We've known each other about 3 and a half years."
⏰ - How long have you two been together?
"Over 3 years."
👀 - What’s your favorite feature of your s/o’s?
“Her brown eyes.”
😇 - Have you ever surprised them with something? How good were you at keeping the surprise?
“Yes, I have surprised her. I surprised her with gifts and I’m very good at keeping the surprise to her.”
🎶 - What’s your favorite song?
“My favorite song is Can You Feel the Love Tonight by Elton John”
🍁 - What’s your favorite season?
“My favorite season is fall.”
⭐️ - Have you ever gone stargazing with your s/o?
“Oh yes, many times! It’s one of our favorite outdoor activities. My dove and I really enjoy stargazing together, especially during the summertime.”
💐 - Are you or your s/o the gifting type? Do you like giving/receiving flowers?
“I’m more of the gifting type since my love language is gift-giving. I love giving flowers to my dove.”
😳 - What do they do that always flusters you?
“It’s when she touch a certain spot of my feathers which it always makes me flustered.”
🗣 - Do they compliment you commonly? What do they say?
“Yes she does! She’ll say I look great today, how much she appreciates me, I have the best laugh, how wonderful I am, I deserve a hug right now, being around me makes everything better, and I’m a good listener.”
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I AM FEELING VERY BISEXUAL IN THE HOUSE TONIGHT 🥵
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ootori-sibs · 1 year
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Random funky drabble
takes place after the festival.
tw: past tense misgendering (discussing a trans person before they were out), mild slutshaming.
"You know, Tamaki,” his father tried, sighing, “I understand that it’s tough when the girl you like doesn’t want to date you, but you can’t really change her mind. She’s her own person and can make her own decisions, I had to learn that myself once.”
Tamaki rolled his eyes, “oh yeah? Was that when your wife divorced you or when my mother didn’t want to give me up?”
There was a pause, it was clear he’d hurt his father but Tamaki didn’t feel like feeling bad about it. He didn’t think there was any way such a manwhore could ever relate to him. After a moment, his father nodded, “I understand you meant to hurt me, but I’m trying to empathise with you here. I had relationships before my marriage. There was one girl I’d dreamed of marrying in fact.” 
This got Tamaki's attention, “really? What was she like?” 
Yuzuru chuckled, “I knew that’d interest you. Well, she was in my class in school, and she was solidly in the top five girls in the class. I can’t say I was into her just for looks, though.”
“You liked her as a person??” Tamaki was genuinely surprised to hear that his father had actually fallen for someone. 
He nodded in response, “she was blindingly intelligent, she was just as cruel as she was beautiful and she always knew what to say to get someone to do what she wanted. She’d always been emotionally constipated though, so I think she agreed to date me mostly because of my status- but I did my damndest to make her happy. I treated that girl like a goddess and even impressed her father.” 
Tamaki stared at her, unsure when the penny was going to drop. “Why didn’t you marry her then? Did something happen? Was it grandmother’s fault?”
His father laughed at that, “oh no, it wasn’t mothers fault, although she does hate that whole family now… no, it wasn’t really anyone’s fault, my sweetheart just couldn’t keep the charade up.”
“What charade?”
“My princess turned out to be a transman, and he didn’t feel comfortable dating a man once he’d come out. He came out in our third year, immediately after his father had died. He got himself a wife in university, and I was very happy for them both. I didn’t have any anger or regret, because I understood no one had done anything wrong.” He paused, “so in the end, you shouldn’t be too upset at Fujioka for not wanting a relationship to get in the way of her studies. Do you understand, Tamaki?”
After a while of silence, Tamaki nodded, “yeah, I think I do… but now I wanna hear more about this guy you dated! What was he like? Have I met him?” 
Yuzuru laughed again, standing up and ruffling Tamaki’s hair. “Maybe another time, I have a meeting in an hour so I have to get ready.” 
Tamaki nodded, then hesitated, “oh! And, by the way, I have something to tell you and I’m not sure when we’ll talk next, I’m-”
“I know you’re bisexual, Tamaki. You don’t have to come out to me. Genetically speaking, I'd be surprised if you weren’t.”
“I…don’t think that’s how it works?”
“You’re the son of a manwhore and a french woman- what part of that doesn’t scream bisexual?”
“I…good point.”
“Anyway,” Yuzuru chuckled, adjusting his suit jacket and replacing his cufflinks, “the business meeting is with Mr Ootori, and afterwards we’re going for some drinks. I also happen to know that his three eldest are drinking at young Mrs Shido’s house so Kyoya will be home alone tonight.”
“Oh nice!” Tamaki beamed, “I’ll go see him then, he always cheers me up when I’m upset.”
His father froze at that, frowning deeply. “Don’t be forcing that boy to suffer through your complaining about Fujioka. She’s rejected you, you shouldn’t still be making him jealous.” 
“Jealous? You think he’s jealous of me?”
“No jealous of you, Tamaki, jealous of Haruhi.”
“Huh? oh…OH!” Tamaki went bright red at the idea, “you think Kyoya likes me like that??”
Applying some cologne and combing his hair, Yuzuru chuckled and nodded. “You and your old man aren’t so different, huh?”
“What do you mean?” 
He winked and grinned at Tamaki, “we’re both irresistible to the Ootoris.” and with that, he left the room, leaving Tamaki to flounder. 
“Wha… que diable…?” 
Well now he had a list of questions for Kyoya.
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