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wrestlezaynia · 3 months

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"I've always loved you. But I will never tell you."

"Young Love."

A/N: Things become a little heated, but nothing too extreme. Enjoy!

Parties aren't Sami's thing, but when he discovers Kevin is attending he offers to be the designated driver since he doesn't drink.

They arrive when the party is in full swing and go their separate ways to mingle, but Sami is keeping a watchful eye on Kevin throughout the night. That is, until, he excuses himself to use the bathroom.

When he re-emerges, Kevin is nowhere to be found. He searches everywhere and finally stumbles across him, laying beside a man he doesn't recognize on the couch who, coincidentally, looks like Sami.

"Hey, beat it Carrot Top. Can't you see I'm trying to get some?" The clearly intoxicated man slurs, trying to make a move on Kevin.

A tinge of jealousy overtakes Sami as he reaches for Kevin's arm, pulling him away from the stranger. "Come on Kev, it's time to go." He says gently, but sternly, helping him up.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?" The drunken man asks, staggering to his feet. "Get back here!" He exclaims, tugging on Sami's jacket.

Thankfully, the creep is too far gone to start an altercation so Sami is able to shove him back without incident as the pair vacate to the car. As Sami buckles Kevin's seatbelt, he confesses something that makes his heart skip a beat. "I thought he was you."

Sami chalks it up to Kevin being inebriated, but still, he does have a hard time expressing himself so maybe his words rang true? Maybe Kevin really did harbor feelings for him? Sami can feel the butterflies fluttering in his stomach as they approach their shared hotel room.

While guiding Kevin inside, he stumbles, but thankfully Sami is there to break his fall. Their eyes lock and Sami forgets how to breathe.

They stare at each other intently, wondering what the other is thinking. With the aid of liquid courage, Kevin leans in, stopping short to view Sami's reaction and waiting for permission to proceed further.

Sami can't believe this is happening. His heartbeat starting to quicken as Kevin inches closer, his breath hot against Sami's lips as he captures them in a gentle kiss, an undeniable spark between them.

Sami's lips are so soft and sweet, Kevin hungers for more. He slips his tongue inside the redhead's mouth, tasting every crevice with fervor. Strong hands fumble with the buttons on Sami's shirt, pushing the fabric aside to caress his fingers across his hairy muscular chest.

Kevin tastes like Peppermint Schnapps, but Sami doesn't care. Never in his life did he feel something so real. He always knew they had chemistry, but this is so much deeper. This is love. He's in love with his best friend and as much as he wants this, he has to stop. "Kev." He mumbles against Kevin's lips, halting his actions. "We can't do this."

The look on Kevin's face is pure devastation as his chest brushes against Sami's, struggling to catch his breath. "You think I'm ugly."

"That isn't true. I think you're beautiful, Kev." Sami murmurs softly, reaching down to cup his cheek. "You're drunk, it wouldn't be right."

Upon hearing the compliment, Kevin's bottom lip begins to wibble, a reaction Sami would have on him for years to come. "Sami, I have a secret to confess." Kevin replies, his voice barely above a whisper. "I've always loved you, but I will never tell you."

Sami flashes Kevin a knowing smile, his heart all aflutter despite already knowing the truth (he wasn't exactly subtle about it, those heart eyes were a dead giveaway). "Your secret's safe with me, Kev."

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#Zowens #Sami Zayn #Kevin Owens #Request #Mutual pining

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2manykinks · 5 months

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The List of Kinks

(Updated 4/15/23)

This Tumblr may be more or less defunct, but I realize I never actually introduced my entire list of kinks yet -- and I still have plans to give each one a post before I consider this Tumblr officially 100% "mission accomplished" -- but now you can pin posts. Seems like a good thing to pin.

So here are all the ones I've already introduced, plus a few more for good measure. I'll update this post as I get around to revealing my full catalog, finally. Orange are topics I don't think I've ever made an actual post specifically calling out, yet.

#1 - Bare Feet

#2 - Bare Soles

#3 - Light Soles on a Tanned Stud

#4 - Wetsuits

#5 - Smoothskin Wetsuits

#6 - Surfers

#7 - Bodyboarders

#8 - Dive Studs

#9 - Barefoot Celebrities

#10 - Guys Barefoot in Blue Jeans

#11 - Guys Barefoot in Rubber

#12 - Businessmen Barefoot / Wearing the Wrong Shoes

#13 - Martial Artists / Martial Arts Uniforms

#14 - Men Wearing Hakama

#15 - Judoka / BJJ Men

#16 - Aikidoka / Iaidoka

#17 - Men With Weapons / Holsters or Sheaths

#18 - Cowboys

#19 - Superheroes and Villains

#20 - Spies and Secret Agents

#21 - Military Men

#22 - Mounties and their Red Serge Uniforms

#23 - Redheads / Gingers

#24 - Dive Masks

#25 - Sucking Snorkels / Regulators

#26 - Rubber Gloves

#27 - Leather/Racing/Sports Gloves

#28 - Neoprene/Webbed/Dive Gloves

#29 - Boxing Gloves / MMA-style gloves

#30 - Men Wearing Tabi / Split-Toed Shoes

#31 - Men Wearing Flippers/Fins

#32 - Other footwear not listed (luge shoes, US Marine boots, Neoprene booties)

#33 - Men Wearing Sandals / Flip-Flops

#34 - Men wearing Tall Leather / Rubber Boots

#35 - Open-Heel Flippers

#36 - Gasmasks

#37 - [Redacted; removed from kink list.]

#38 - Neoprene

#39 - Rubber / Latex

#40 - Spandex / Lycra

#41 - Other Materials (Puffer Jackets / Silk / Nasty Pig or Slick It Up gear/ PVC or Vinyl)

#42 - Leather

#43 - Using your feet to dish out punishment

#44 - Non-nudity (but close) / #deshabille

#45 - Dominant Men

#46 - Men Saluting

#47 - Riding (Equestrian) Boots / Pants / Outfits

#48 - Unconscious / Sleepy / KO'd Men

#49 - The Forbidden Fetish ... (strictly fantasy)

#50 - Defeated / Helpless Men

#51 - Bound Men / Bondage

#52 - Wrestlers / Wrestling Singlets

#53 - Men in Pain

#54 - Ball busting / Groin Kicks

#55 - Humiliation

#56 - Assume the Position: Bicep Flex / Double Bicep Flex

#57 - Assume the Position: Kowtowed / Sprawled / Ass Up

#58 - Assume the Position: the "Ken Pose" / L-Sit

#59 - Other Hot Foot Positions: Sole Steeple, Crossed Ankles

#60 - Assume the Position: On Balls of Feet

#61 - Assume the Position: Chokes / Chokeholds

#62 - Breath Control / Glove or Hand Over Mouth (GOM/HOM)

#63 - Armbars / Armlocks

#64 - Headscissors / Triangles

#65 - Leg locks / Ankle Locks / Foot Pain

#66 - Dazed / Dizzied Men

#67 - Jobbers

#70 - Skinsuits / Luge Gear / Cycling Suits / Gymnast Gear

#73 - Swimming Gear (silicone swim caps or swimwear) / Swimmers

#74 - Chaps (any material)

#75 - Rubber Uniforms (any)

#76 - White Gloves (again, any but especially boxing or military or rubber)

#77 - Military Uniforms (other than camouflage gear)

#78 - Cammies

#81 - Capes / Superhero Capes

#83 - Yellow Rubber/Latex/Neoprene/Gear

#84 - White Rubber/Leather/Lycra/Neoprene

#85 - Men in Red Rubber / Neoprene / Leather / Red Gloves

#86 - Men in Baby Blue / Aqua Blue / Royal Blue / Electric Blue (anything)

#87 - Bears / Hairy Studs / Otters

#88 - Bears in Tight Rubber / Neoprene

#90 - Wet Men

#92 - Berets

#95 - Knights and Paladins / Armor / Ren Faire clothing

#98 - Photos Taken For Me / Sent To Me (involving items on this list)

#99 - Photos I've Taken of Kinks #1 - #97

#100 - Hypnosis / Mind Control / Drones

#list of kinks

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angrywastelandturtle · 3 days

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#gay hot #gay men #gay sexy #gayboy #gay #gay handsome #gayhot #gay male #male perfection #gay man #gay ginger #gay hairy #gay muscular #gay twunk #gay twitter #gay tumblr #gay redhead #red head man #gay beard

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deadlittledogs · 6 months

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I just wanna… idk…. *kicks at a loose can with my sexy cool girl boots, flutters my doe like eyelashes, twirls my silky soft hair*

SKIN MYSELF AND START OVER?

I feel like…… an idiot….. just a dirty skinned, hairy, mongoloid of a person. Zero fucking sex appeal. Nauseating block of a vaguely shaped human that no one gives a fuck about. I look at myself in the mirror and I think, “Fuck, does it have to be like this?”

and idk, maybe it does….. but maybe it doesn’t??

I’m sort of scared, I guess, to try. I’ve always been scared to try, because trying makes the failure feel more real. If I don’t try, not really, than who gives a fuck if I biff it in the end or not? But how do you try to be something you’re not? Naturally I’m destined to wear a Steven Universe hoodie and have a blue pixie haircut and know how to sing “Boys will be bugs” on the ukulele, so how the fuck did I end up here, caring about shit like this and staring longingly at pictures of 2013 Sky Ferreira like that was ever a viable option?

ITS SO WEIRD…. ITS SO FUCKING WEIRD…… AND IT PISSES ME OFF. If I could just be happy in my hoodie and jeans with my normcore haircut, but no, I’m stuck in that same endless cycle of staring at hotties on the internet and then crying and drooling and puking and fantasizing about all the beautiful bodies I’ll never be born into. Both of my parents were somewhat hot in the 90s, SO WHY DID I TURN OUT SO HALF BAKED?

Not enough minerals in the soil, maybe…….. bad crops……. witches curse…….. I have ezcema and a gluten intolerance and IBS and a rotten brain and bad hair………. I don’t know, man…..

What I’m saying is FUCK THIS SHIT REEEEEE ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR ITS NOT FUCKING FAIR I wish I was blonde I wish I was a redhead I wish I had freckles I wish I had pale skin I wish I had darker skin I wish I was skinny I wish I was curvy I wish I had no tits and hair down to my waist I wish I was bald I wish I was LITERALLY ANYBODY FUCKING ELSE LOL…… SOMEBODY HELP ME……….

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lore-olympian · 2 years

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ασкαgα ρяєνιєω

here’s a preview for the aokaga fantasy au i’m working on, please enjoy <3

tw. blood, swearing, injury

Blood. There was a lot of blood.

Kagami found himself with several broken ribs and blood gushing down his arm. The boy’s head was becoming dizzier by the minute; he was running out of time before he became this monster’s dinner.

Kagami had been furious. Who the hell was Aomine to forbid him from going on a hunt? The King of Touou was truly as arrogant as the people made him out to be. The young redhead hunted religiously with his father. His magic had a forceful nature, which, combined with his incredible strength and speed, knocked beasts back no matter their size. Kagami’s not strong enough to fight a creature of the night? Like hell, he was going to let the snarky bastard’s comment slide.

Not just comment, singular. But a slew of warnings, which Kagami took as personal insults. Aomine warned him that his spells were too unsafe, too uncalculated, too unrefined– too weak– for the creature he was hell-bent on facing. You can’t just bash its head with light magic, idiot, you need tactics against it, he said.

Kagami was described as hot-headed far more often than he liked to admit.

Alas, his behavior never proved those voices wrong. From his tendency to rely on luck and brute force to wildly aim attacks at enemies, or undertake feats of unforeseen culinary demolition on a simple dare, the foolish boy made one reckless decision after another.

So of course, Kagami took warnings as a challenge.

Which is exactly what brought him to his current predicament.

True to Aomine’s warnings, the monster’s venomous claws, sharp teeth, and large size were an overwhelming combination for those who battled it alone. Kagami raised his right arm to aim another blast, but the hairy beast dodged it effortlessly. The red-head was getting sloppier with his dodges, one scratch followed another while the venom’s effects were growing more apparent.

With his back pressed against a tree, Kagami realized that his heart was beating slower than he was accustomed to. After all, an adrenaline junky knows no rest. His current state of relaxation would’ve been welcomed if it wasn’t accompanied by the incredible pain and the realization of imminent death. The creature growled, flashing its teeth in a sinister grin, jumping towards its long-awaited meal. Kagami closed his eyes, bracing for the impact and…

A splash.

There was only the gush of blood he felt on his face and the desperate howl of the beast. There it was, unconscious beneath his feet, painting the grass red.

“You idiot! If I say you’re not ready, that means you’re too fucking weak! Why do you have to go and get yourself killed to prove my point?!”

Kagami groaned.

“For fuck’s sake Taiga…” Aomine kneeled down before the redhead, examining his wounds.

“I thought… if I killed it, you would finally respect me… at least a little bit…” he muttered, fighting his body to stay awake a while longer.

“Stop talking. You can’t earn my respect if you’re dead, moron.”

Aomine’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. Kagami could swear the king’s hands were shaking. His cool demeanor was nowhere to be found. The venom really must really be doing a trick on his mind, the red-head thought.

They moved to return to Aomine’s castle. One step shouldn’t be so hard… he thought. And he was absolutely wrong! The boy would’ve had another bruise if it weren’t for his companion. His cold body welcomed the warm hand that wrapped itself around his back.

“Aomine…”

“Lean on me,” he muttered, placing his other hand on Taiga’s forehead.

“Well, this is the first stage of the poisoning. When you start burning up, we won’t have much time to save your ass.” Aomine lowered him to the ground and kneeled.

It was common for hunting trips to end in injuries. Some worse than the others: a scratch on his leg, a concussion, a twisted ankle, a broken arm. All said injuries were tended to by Riko or another powerful healer. But this intense feeling of fatigue was foreign to him. His mind was in a frenzy. His breath hitched as warm hands traveled across his body over the injuries that made it seem like a miracle he even survived.

Kagami had failed. He was on death’s door, and he had failed to prove the asshole wrong. Not only that but he was also rescued like a damn damsel in distress. Kagami prayed that the ground would open and swallow him whole.

Kagami was powerful and fierce: he was not in the need of a protector. He was the one who protected everyone else. He despised depending on others. It was his destiny to be the strongest, but it seemed he was drifting farther from it each day.

Get your hands off me, I’m perfectly fine was what he wanted to say instead, all his addled wits brought forth was:

“Are you going to carry me back in your strong arms, your highness?” The king chuckled.

“Of course, princess, if you say please,” Kagami swore he would’ve made a wonderful remark if he wasn’t on the verge of visiting the underworld. Instead:

“This is going to hurt a lot” was all the warning he got until he heard a scream. Why was Aomine screaming? Was Aomine screaming? No, he wasn’t. It was Kagami. The pleasant warmth of the king’s hands that trailed his muscles was replaced with intense heat. His vision blurred, engulfed in the familiar blue light. The whispers of his name were the last thing Kagami remembered as the darkness replaced the indigo gleam.

#aokaga #kagaao #fyaokaga #aokaga month #aokagamonth #aomine #aomine daiki #kagami #kagami taiga #aomine x kagami #ao3fic #fic preview #new writter #my writing

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selvie-blue · 1 year

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Selvie On The Weekends: Dinner And A Show - Part 3

I nod to him, carrying this half smile. My eyes shift over to the professor a few times while I do this little dance by moving them back and forth between Professor Galfred and everyone else. I'm walking onto this carpeting which feels like a cloud. Feeling slightly insecure that I'm the only one in the room with no shoes or socks on.

As I'm walking forward, I feel the professor's hands on my shoulders. His fingers press into my shoulder blades. And then he starts doing the strangest thing. He takes his thumbs and firmly presses them into my tendons while he begins holding and releasing his fingers on the shoulders he's holding. I close my eyes and get lost in his touch as my lips part. I exhale softly as I begin to feel like I'm melting as he is literally massaging me in front of his guests. For a second, everything dissipates into a black as I forget where I am. And then I feel his hot breath on my ear as he asks, “Can I take your coat?” His mouth his close enough to where his lips caress the baby hairs at the edge of my ear. I hear the wet curves of his tongue and I swear he's about to start licking my ear.

I open my eyes and I see everyone is looking at me. I then remember where I am. I stand up straight as I bob my head down a few times at my pants. Shit. My erection is quite visible. It's actually forming this outward triangle pushing into my zipper and stretching the fabric of my pants. I go to cover myself as I laugh nervously, my cheeks blushing.

Then, I hear the professor whisper a very decisive, “No,” as he takes hold of my hands and gently pushes them back to their sides, which is making me even more hard. I'm now pointing at everyone in his party and I can't hide it. The professor then softly moves his fingers up the back of my coat and pushes them under it. With one gentle tug, he pushes my coat down as it slides off my arms and then my hands.

“It's nice to see you, Holt,” one of the other professors at the university say, extending his hand. It's professor Stanley. He's a lean guy with a salt-and-pepper beard. Got the kind of eyes that looks like there's stars in them. Also a pretty hairy guy from what I can gather. Although, I haven't seen him naked like I saw Professor Galfred. But he's has these facial features that suggest he could have a pretty hairy chest.

I smile nervously and walk up to him. I shake his hand as my other hand edges to my still very hard penis under my pants. Professor Galfred walks by, puts his hand on my arm I'm using to try to cover myself with, and gently pulls it to the side while again, softly saying, “No,” in a very decisive manner.

I nervously glance over to Professor Galfred and I'm trying to look for any indication as to why he might be doing this. But instead he's just looking to Professor Stanley shaking my hand as he lets go of my arm. When I look back to Professor Stanley, I notice a not-so-subtle look down at my crotch area. He looks back up at me and he's got this smile. There's a slight warmth to it, but it's more so satisfied. As if he got what he came here for, whatever that is.

I immediately let go of his hand and say, “It's umm, it's nice to see you, too, Professor Stanley.”

“Holt, here, is a rising star in my class,” Professor Galfred says.

“Is he, now?” Professor Stanley responds. “I've heard a lot about you, Holt.”

There's this side smile that finds it's way on the side of my mouth. I'm wondering what's going to happen tonight. Part of me is frightened, but another part is oddly excited.

Another student comes into the picture. It's Austin Jones. A pretty attractive redhead. He's got these eyebrows that make him appear wholesome. A face that looks like it's been painted by Norman Rockwell with a light dusting of freckles.

That's when I notice, everyone here is someone I think is attractive. Picture something like all the guys from Dieux De Stade, or better yet, The Warwick Rowers all together in one room. It's like I'm in some kind of fantasy photo shoot where I get to stand behind the scenes. But, I'm beginning to think that maybe I'm the one that this scene is all about.

“Professor Stanley,” Austin says as Professor Stanley looks over to Austin. They share this expression. As if Austin is reminding him of something. He then points up to Professor Stanely's shirt.

“Oh, yes,” the professor says and proceeds to undo the top two buttons of his shirt. Letting me get a real good look at his chest hair.

Professor Stanley laughs as he says, “I guess you're excited to see me, Holt.” He points to my pants.

When I direct my eyes to see where he's pointing, I'm seeing the center of my pants is protruding out further. To the point that it looks like it could bust through at any second. I edge my fingers to it while laughing nervously. But then, Professor Galfred places his hand on my arm and pushes down while Austin walks over next to me and pushes my other arm down. Forcing me to expose my obvious erection. My heart's racing in my throat as my veins burn with a nervous impatience. I shudder a little.

Professor Stanley is still pointing his finger at my crotch. But, then, I notice that finger is hovering closer and closer. And then, it actually touches the tip of my penis still covered with my underwear and my zipped-up pants. He proceeds to caress his index finger over the top of it while moving his thumb towards the bottom. He gives it a gentle squeeze. I nearly jump as I quietly gasp. I'm sure both Professor Galfred and Austin can feel me flinch.

“Can I take off your belt, Holt?”

At first, I can't register what he just said. All I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears and the mad thumping of my heart. My pulse flustering a quivered pace under my skin.

“Ugh, what?” I ask, almost breathlessly. I look up to him. My eyes lazily shifting up to meet is. I'm unable to hide how both unnerved and aroused I'm feeling. The very words I speak nearly melting on the back of my tongue.

He looks at me with a soft wanting. It makes me feel hotter as my dick twitches at the thoughts he could hiding behind those eyes. “Can I remove your belt?” he asks, again. His voice gentle and smooth like a seductive wave that whispers sex to the sand it dampens.

“Um, su-sure,” I say, trying to hide my wanting.

Professor Stanley puts the drink he's holding down on a coffee table near him. He's still been touching my clothed penis this entire time. When he lets go, he flicks his thumb upward. Causing it to slightly bounce from inside my pants. He reaches his hands on top of my belt. I feel myself being tugged forward as he unbuckles it. I listen to the clanking sounds as he pulls the pin out. Once it's opened, he uses one hand to pull and it slides through the loops in my pants. The very sound of the fabric delicately snapping after each loop it escapes from sends my mind into exotic places of high anticipation. When it's pulled all the way out, he lets it fall to the floor.

He's still standing just as close to me. I feel the warmth of his chest against mine while I still feel Professor Galfred and Austin gently hold my arms in place. “Thank you, Holt,” Professor Stanley says, as he lightly maneuvers his fingers underneath the fabric of my shirt. Wedging them into one of the flaps between two buttons. He caresses those fingers against my undershirt as my stomach quivers at his touch. I don't even realize one of the buttons pops free.

“I anticipate we'll be seeing more of you tonight,” Professor Stanley says, his face now very close to mine.

He then releases his fingers, backs up, takes his drink and nods to all three of us. “Gentleman,” he says before he walks away.

I look to both Professor Galfred and Austin as they let go of my arms. And I can tell from the way they're looking at me, they have plans for tonight. Plans involving me. I'm starting to get the impression that that is not going to be the first time tonight that an attractive man is going to ask to remove something of mine. Part of me wants to leave, but another more curious part wants to stay, wanting, needing to see what is going to happen next.

#dinner and a show #men being undressed #men undressed in public #gay #homoerotic #homoerotic fiction

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