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infernalodie · 1 year

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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 (𝐏𝐓.𝟏) || 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭

“𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦?“

Inspo: Ryan Beatty - Dark Circles Weston Estate - Where Do We Go? Brakence - hypochondriac

Pairing: Elliot x Male!reader

Summary: The dark circles of heartbreak was something you needed escape...

Warnings: Angst, description of smut, and even more angst.

Words: 2663

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Days seemed to slowly tick away with each tap of your finger against the old desk. Nights turned to day, and days turned to night. Like with each tap, the days and nights went by in those few seconds. It was a constant cycle with the extra shit you never asked to be included. If it is drama going on at school or your own unfortunate misfortunes involving Lexi and Cassie. There were just a whole lot of factors that went into your day that was never requested. It left exhaustion to seep under your eyes, forming dark circles that you weren’t able to break free from.

But things were simple when Elliot was here.

“God.” You placed your head in your hands, rubbing at your crimson eyes.

You wished his warm hands ran up your quivering thighs. How the calloused pads of his fingers would follow each curve of the limbs. His lips just a few inches from yours. God, you could already see the smirk that would dance across his lips. Enjoying how pitiful you looked- How palpable you became under his touch. You could hear him using his favourite pet name, whispering it in your ear as you are trying to catch your breath. “My baby boy is so excited-”

The sound of pounding at your door made you whip your head around. “Who is it?”

“Hurry up, girly. We’re going to McKay’s party,” Cassie called out on the other end of the door before her footsteps retreated back down the hall. Leaving staring at the door wide-eyed, hands covering your erection, and a fermenting dread building in your gut.

But you knew Cassie and Lexi’s goal with doing this was to get you laid. And having your sister help you get laid with another guy wasn’t embarrassing enough, it was them sitting in your room trying to play cupid. And as much as you wanted to back out of their plans, you knew Cassie would pull you down the stairs by your ear and force you into the car.

So, you got dressed, sweeping your blonde locks out of your face and splashing water on your face. Just to hide the fact that you hadn’t left your room or the house since summer break started and this was the first attempt at socializing with others.

Getting downstairs, you found your siblings to already be waiting for you in the vehicle. Leaving the entire backseat open for you.

Hopping in, you heard Greyson Chance playing faintly through the speakers. Cassie sitting, scrolling through her phone and Lexi adjusting the side mirrors. “Did you call me, girly?” You inquired, a hint of a smile on your lips as you stared at the side of Cassie’s head.

“Y/n, you can’t tell me that you've grown your hair out to my length, have facial structure ideal for a girl, and a small frame that every gay guy wants from a twink to tell me you aren’t considered girly.”

Her words made Lexi laugh as you slapped your sister on the shoulder. “You gonna call me a slut next?” You quipped.

“Just matters on how much dick you get tonight and we’re making sure it happens,”: Cassie said, motioning between her and Lexi. “This isn’t middle school anymore. You are free from relationships and you need to let your wings out and experience the life of getting wasted and getting laid.”

All you could do is sigh and try to keep that smile up for as long as you could before the vehicle started moving. But all you could do is open your phone and stare at the apps for a few moments before your thumb gravitated toward the photos. Scrolling through the many meaningless pictures of you, your friends, your sisters, and then Elliot. Pictures of the both of you together at the carnival, pictures of him playing his guitar, and some of him just smiling at you with a dreamy layer in his eyes. It made your heart heat up at the fond memories spent with the guy who was your first kiss, first boyfriend- first time for everything. Among those pictures were videos that were more recent than the innocent ones the two of you shared early on in your relationship.

You pressed on one, making it mute as you watched with your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Elliot was laid out in his bed, naked. The camera was hovering above him with his gaze zeroed in on you. As the camera trailed down further, it revealed his hardened cock standing at attention. Twitching with the need for stimulation. The faint glint of the silver ring could be seen as you could already hear the groans that fell from his lips. Pleading for you to help him finish and spare him the pain. But you swiped off the video before you saw too much.

You couldn’t shake him. From your mind, from your words, from your actions. It made you wonder if he experienced it as well. Did he think about you? Did he slip up and say your name? Did he watch the sensual videos of the two of you together and wish for that again? Does he idolize someone the same you did for him?

It left an empty part inside of you unfulfilled. And hurt you knowing that if he was putting his time into someone else, then you would have to give that up. Give him up. The thought alone left your stomach turning. Because even if someone was better, you truly believed you would always be his best. But sitting in the back of this car, knowing that Cassie and Lexi would strive to get you laid, made you wonder who was better off in the long run.

And even when you got to the party, sisters pulling you despite how dead limp went with them, you realized that this rebounding might just be your downfall. Not comparable in any comparison, but you might just end up like Rue. A junky trying to hide the pain from the loss she’d experienced. And you knew that if you even entertained the idea of moving on, some part of you would always end up belonging to him.

“Hey, psychoanalyst.” Lifting your head, you smiled at the sight of Maddy. Leaning into her side when she sat down on the counter beside you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders. “What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Out of all your friends, you were the youngest. The “baby” is what they liked to call you–Your own little nickname within the friend group. You were innocent to a lot of the bullshit that went on. Never did drugs. Never indulged in alcohol. And never had any real bad encounters with Nate. Sure, he wasn’t afraid to say he thought you being a “fag” was weird to him and he would never accept you. But even then, it was something so minor when the two of you had been tasked with a school assignment. He never made any comments further than that. There was mutual respect, even though you knew he was a dirtbag that needed to be put into the ground. But that was why you were the baby. They trusted you more than themselves with secrets about what was going on in their lives.

“Hmmm, nothing.” The unconvinced look on Maddy’s face made you huff. “Really. I just don’t like parties. You know this.”

She hummed, raising a brow. “You sure it’s not because your ex-boyfriend is staring at you from across the room?”

It was embarrassing how quickly you raised your head to look around. But Maddy found it highly amusing, no matter the sounds of annoyance you made. “Y/n, baby, you are a little puppy whenever Elliot is mentioned.” Maddy stroked your head, fingers gracefully running through your locks in a soft and delicate way. “Although I hate that Cassie and Lexi want you to get over him, maybe they’re right in this situation. I mean, I had to do the same to get over Nate.”

“But you still feel things for him?” You inquired, looking at her innocently.

Maddy sighed, rubbing your back. “Yea’, I still have feelings for him.”

There was a mutual level of understanding between you and Maddy that has been shared since last year. Both your exes broke your guys’ hearts and left you two to try and figure out ways to cope with the pain as they lived on. Now, unlike you, Maddy had to see and hear all about Nate. Who he was fucking, what parties he was going to be at, and the inevitable visit or text he would give. It was a twisted and unhealthy relationship you would never speak your mind to in respect of your friend.

But for you, Elliot was a blip in the system that was reality. There wasn’t a specific time that you could think back on when he was really around after the two of you broke up. You heard he was around town. Driving around at midnight, like the two of you used to do. Or he was at school where you would spot his bleached tips from down the hall before he disappeared for the rest of the day. And maybe there was some part of you that wished he would acknowledge your existence. Share the same hall when the two of you are going to your separate classes. But you knew Lexi would try to comfort you and say, “This just makes it easier to move on, Y/n. Never seeing him is a good step toward something better.”

“It’s just hard, y’know?” You muttered. “He just seems so close, yet so far. I can call him or text him, but I have a feeling he doesn’t want anything with me.”

“But that’s maybe how it should be,” Maddy speculated, grasping at straws of reasoning. “All things aren’t meant to be forever. A friendship, a boyfriend, a girlfriend- not everything works out until you find the person that just sticks.”

You stayed leant against her, watching the party ensue in front of the both of you. Only able to scoff at the reality check. “That’s a shit way to live.”

A steady laugh fell from Maddy’s lips as she pressed a kiss to your temple. “But that’s how it is and you either to accept that or continue living in the past.”

She hopped off the counter, sighing with a smile as she turned to you. “Now, are you trying to get your dick wet or sit here and mope over something you don’t have control over?” She inquired, a mischievous look in her eyes. Waving her arms in some sort of hypnotist act, making you unable to contain the smile. “C’mon, darling. Let’s go dance!”

With a groan, you took her hands, laughing when she pulled you in the direction of McKay’s living room which was packed with teens. And seemed from Maddy’s encouraging attitude to let loose or it was the realization that tonight could just be used to let go of everything, you embraced the freedom. Laughing at Maddy dancing against you sensually, brandishing a matching joyful smile to yours. You do the same with her, Maddy grabbing your hips and cheering you on.

These were one of those rare moments where you got to forget about the problems going on in life. Because even though you hated going to parties, you didn’t need drinks in your system to have fun. If you are with Maddy, your sisters, and even Fez, you felt allowed to shed the skin you had on back at home and just be yourself. Something so minuscule ended with it being so important to you when things became difficult or mentally demanding.

But across the party where your eyes gravitated, you could see him. Standing there with a cigarette between his lips and a red solo cup in his grasp. And his eyes stayed planted on you. His eyes were trying to portray something to you. Like a word about to be spoken but the sound of booming music cut him off.

And he looked good. The same long sleeve he let you wear countless mornings with nothing else underneath hung lazily off his slim figure. He wore the same semi-baggy sweatpants he’d have on when he played his guitar while you sat on your laptop on his bed and helped your mother with bills. The face tats were the same and still looked gorgeous on him. Everything about him screamed the same and something about that hurt you.

So much so that you had to make up some sort of excuse to Maddy. Ignoring her worried questions as you rushed out of the living room and outside. It felt like there were more eyes out there watching you, curious as to why you were uncontrollably sobbing into your fleece sweater.

“Y/n!” You could hear him calling your name. His Converse patted against the driveway as he chased after you. The intentions were simply unknown to you but you didn’t want to know. “Y/n, please just stop for a sec-”

No hesitation could be evident in your actions as you spun around, pointing and exclaiming, “No!”

Elliot’s eyes grew wide, raising his hands in surrender as your face twisted. Maybe it was the misconception you created that maybe you wouldn’t have to see him ever again, which you knew wasn’t possible. Maybe it was the close proximity of Elliot that made you scared to simply go through the pain all over again. Which made you shake your head/ “You- You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to talk to me!” You cried.

He sighed, hands dropping by his sides. “I mean, I didn’t know there was a manual-”

“Stop being a smartass, Ell!” You yelled in exasperation, silencing him. Placing a hand over your face, sniffling in an attempt to hide yourself or your heartbreak from him. But he only attempted to reach out, searching to comfort you. But you recoiled, weeping softly. “You didn’t change.” You whispered, almost as if you were finally realizing it for yourself. “You didn’t change your style of clothing. You didn’t get a new tattoo. You don’t have someone else you can call yours.”

“Y/n, I’m-”

Before he could even finish his words, Cassie and Maddy, who must’ve searched for you and came running when they saw Elliot, stood between the both of you. “Back the fuck up!” Maddy shoved Elliot back, who clenched his jaw, raising his hands once again. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Hmm?”

“I am leaving,” he replied honestly.

“Good. That means you stay the fuck away from Y/n, Elliot,” Cassie spat. “You’ve done enough damage.”

“Cassie, please-” You pleaded, trying to pull your oldest sister away, hoping to just leave as soon as possible and go cry where there weren’t curious teens gathered.

Yet, Maddy made sure to shove Elliot again, pressing her finger to his chest. “You stay away from baby and if I see you near him again, I’ll kick your head in,” she threatened. “Got it?”

Still, Elliot kept his hands raised and walked away. His eyes flickered to your glass ones before he turned and went back to the party. Leaving you to be escorted to the vehicle before Lexi came running after some sort of commotion happening at the party that called for Maddy’s and Cassie’s attention. Which left you in a cold and claustrophobic space with your second oldest, who simply held your hand as she drove.

And throughout that drive, all you could hear were her hushed reassurances. Ones that were meaningless to you in a time like this. But one stuck with you that either brought you realization or hope for the future.

“This is what it takes for us to grow, Y/n.”

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real-total-drama-takes · 10 months

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im bored and kinda high so heres my opinion on all the reboot characters

caleb - is a character

axel - im just as gay for her as the next guy but there's no way in hell she's final two next season lol but i wanna hold hands w her

nichelle- yass girl give us nothing 🥰

scary girl - idc idc she was funny asf but i am glad she went early bc if she stayed any longer i wouldve hated her lol

damien - one of the best things to come from the reboot and yall are doing him a huge disservice shipping him w priya 🥴 that shit is so boring but honestly? there might be something there somebody's gotta make me a believer tho. CONVINCE ME

mk - as a bitter, annoying, sarcastic individual myself i could not stand this bitch omg 💀 her character has a ton going for it but all they did w her is make every single one of her lines sarcastic n shit and i was BORED

raj - dumb gay man i love him

wayne - dumb ace man i love him

ripper - bro just wasnt funy. i dont get why they make characters who just pride themselves in being nasty n shit kind of a waste of development idk

zee - we can all agree that he was great but he gives me early boot vibes for next season bc like if we're demanding development for all the first season early boots then he's just gonna be there ig. dumb can only get you so far yknow?

chase - him and emma both are such wasted potential like BREAK THE HETEROS UP OMG their relationship dragged the second half down so bad like chase is just bad for the sake of being bad. like he wasn't even funny either just a waste of space by the time he was gone 😭

emma - first i'll say im glad we got a plus sized girl w some fucking athletic ability beCause THEY EXIST yay happy but anyway she was so funy until she got back with chase and that whole shit w him throwing that challenge for pizza was so DUMB like she honestly thought he did that shit for her 💀 like she was CONVINCED bro the straight delusion was insane

julia - she was the bad bitch we all needed and deserved but i cannot sit here and let you mfs say that she played the game well bc she absolutely DID NOT. girlie had no actual strategy other than winning and thas not even a strategy. even her trying to "manipulate" chase that one time sucked too lmao. bro her goal was to get everyone to hate her and win out of spite that shit is so dumb but it's so her so idc we love her anyway

millie - there were so many times where i lowkey forget she existed lmfao i don't even dislike her it was just "oh yea she here too lol" but i gotta say it kinda feels like they used her as a scapegoat to make writing her outta the finale easier idk maybe it's just me. but her crying after bowie clowned her ass when she was eliminated was the funnies bit in the entire show i was giggling n shit bc she honestly did that to herself lmao rip

priya - people compare her to zoey and sky way too much honestly (its me, im people) but when you look at it we have a mary sue that was infuriating to watch , the same girl but olympic flavored whos existence i have to be reminded of every two months, and priya. priya is perfectly fine and she was a nice winner even if i knew she was gonna win the second she was onscreen lolZ but when she read millie's notebook and absolutely demolished her ego i was living. like girlie ate her up w absolutely no crumbs left idc

bowie (the real winner) - i was fully prepared and ready to hate this twink istg. like i was in my homophobic era and ready the second his name was called but omg i love him sm. he was the queen i never knew i needed in my life. and to all the mfs who say his gayness is his entire personally have never met an fem black man and it shows 💀 idc what anyone says he's the best writer character in the entire show 🤭 as much as i love him i cannot let his fit slide. the pearls can stay bc those were a serve but the pants??? THE FUCKING PANTS??? THOSE FUCKING FLOOD WARNING HIGH WATERS.?? why would they do him like that omg. fits like that are why we get hate crimed 😔

ok im done good luck to anyone who actually reads this lmao

#total drama #total drama 2023 #td Millie #td priya #td caleb #td wayne #td raj #td bowie #td axel #td Nichelle #td scary girl #td julia #td mk #td emma #td chase #td zee #td ripper #td Damien

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ascendthisday · 2 years

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Rn'R Pretty Bad Boys

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Pairing(s): Axl Rose/Izzy Stradlin

Word Count: 3,000~

Info: BDSM, Smut, Sadism, Masochism, Rope Bondage, Sex Toys, Orgasm Denial, Circa 2012

Summary: Sometimes, what happened in the 80's can't stay in the 80's, especially if you happen to be Axl Rose and Izzy Stradlin.

Authors Note: HIII okay sorry for not posting yesterday, i forgot💀💀 but im getting there, i swear!!! this takes place circa 2012 so be warned it is not like... uber coke twink izzaxl but instead.. them being just cute old men in love ! enjoy!!!

Many claim Guns N’ Roses would be nothing without Izzy Stradlin. They say that Appetite for Destruction would have never happened had Jeffrey Dean Isbell not come into the picture. But, truth is, sometimes Izzy wanted to be nothing more than, well, nothing. He wanted to be treated like he had lost all of his credibility. The guitarist adored that feeling of being unworthy of his fame. Of basic respect. He wanted the dirtiest and nastiest treatment he could pay for. The power of being famous required so much control that sometimes, he just wanted to lose all of it. He wanted to be not anything more than putty in someone's warm palm. Preferably, that someone would be a busty hot woman. Or, when he was at his most desperate, one of his dear bandmates. Most of the time, he got the latter. Hey! All of them looked like hot chicks anyways! It’s not that gay. The reason he found himself in the control of his coworkers so often was that paying for a hooker- a dominatrix, as he’s learned they’re called, is embarrassing. Especially when you’re a Guns N’ Roses superstar.

This is exactly how he ended up at the hands of the perpetually sadistic Axl Rose. He thought he was getting too old for this shit, it was 2012 for God’s sake! He is fifty damn years old! Axl is- what, forty-nine? Izzy shouldn’t remember that. He shouldn’t have known that the man's birthday was only a few days away. A month and twenty-nine days away from Izzy’s own. How the fuck did he know that? They’ve barely talked in the last decade. Most of their conversations were about the handful of reunion gigs he was doing with Guns N’ Roses, but occasionally they’d stray into that thick sexual tension they held between each other. Casual emails would drift into long letters about their previous sexual escapades and some things that they dreamt about doing in the future. Izzy would carefully pluck out words to describe those endearingly painful moments of pleasure and Axl would obsess over every little detail until he could try to possibly put together a lustful, yet less fancy reply.

They did their best to plan out a proper session while on tour, but it was hard. The bus was too risky; too public and honestly he didn’t want to expose such strangers that made up the band's current line-up. The green rooms were too hectic- even if Axl demanded an excess of space in the venue, techs still rushed from room to room to chirp out information and fix any sort of last-minute hiccups. Hotels were almost perfect, but even then, alone time was hard to find. Since when the fuck was Axl hanging out with dudes who liked to have ‘night-time chats’? Fuckin’ gaylords, amirite? Alas, they made it work. Axl, being the absolute caveman that he is, simply stuck a sock on his hotel room’s door knob and ignored every knock that smashed against the wood. Occasionally, one of his co-workers would slam a fist on the door and whoop out a cheer on how ‘Grandpas finally getting some!’ or something along those lines. Axl would only snort as he continued to set up the room for Izzy. He might be a little bit cruel sexually, but he only wanted the absolute best for the man outside of his sex life. Despite the way he would make him writhe and sob, he still pampered him the moment the cuffs came off.

So, there he was. Izzy Stradlin, gagged, bound, and butt-naked on Axl’s plush mattress. Intricate blue knots traced over his pale skin and pulled his long arms behind his back. Two big loops wrapped around each of his upper arms, almost framing the tattoos on the outer muscle of his arms, ever so slightly above and below his triceps. Those loops braided into complex knots that danced down his forearms and around his wrists. He couldn’t move much of his arms outside of a small shoulder shimmy and the slight flick of his wrists. Just how he liked it. He couldn’t believe Axl still remembered that. Izzy would have made a snarky comment about how the man must have never stopped thinking about him, but the shiny gag lodged between his puffy lips made that damn near impossible. The occasional grunt would slip past his common sense and echo around the rubber and Axl would give him a harsh glare as he gave a particularly hard tug to the ropes he was still working around Izzy's legs. They both knew this game all too well. You behave; use your manners and you get a reward. If you couldn’t? You paid the price.

Since when the hell had Axl gotten so good at tying knots? Izzy had no clue. He certainly wasn’t a boy scout- especially not when they had been at the peak of their relationship. Izzy used to be able to wiggle out of his poorly tied knots made of cotton scarves in seconds, that’s why they had made the switch to steel handcuffs so early on. Axl had stolen the initial cuffs they used from one of the many police escapades he had found himself in, and Izzy never could never quite figure out how he managed to do it. He never found a good excuse as to why his wrists were perpetually covered in thin purple bruises, instead, he found himself draped in too many damn bracelets to play guitar with. It wasn’t uncommon to hear the beads scatter around on stage during soundcheck, or worse, the live show. Those live incidents made Axl the maddest. Yet, it made their playdates even funnier for both of them. Izzy got ruined; berated, and Axl got to release his frustrations.

“Feel good, pretty boy?” The ginger teasingly questioned as he finished off the final knot in the tail-like pattern that cascaded down Izzy’s legs, his tone was sardonic but somehow loving at the same time. The older man gave him a hard nod. Such a sweet nickname made him nervous, honestly. Axl rarely played nice. Hell, even outside of the bedroom he was somewhat of an ass. Maybe that was what made him so loveable. “Ya feel as pretty as you look? You’re fuckin’ gorgeous, man. Pisses me off that you haven’t quite wilted yet.” Axl’s tone was gruff.

It was true, Izzy was damn near as gorgeous as he was when they first met. His hair, which was once a black box-dyed shaggy mess of bangs that fell over his eyes, was a lot shorter. More manly, but just as stylish. It had faded back into a more deep brown color, almost. Axl found it almost funny, the Izzy he knew would have never settled with having his natural hair color show, not even at the roots. Yet, here he was. Mahogany with thin silvery grey hairs that danced throughout it. A handful of soft wrinkles bit at his features, that was the only noticeable difference in Izzy outside of the hair. Fuckin’ crows feet. That’s all he got in his old age. It almost made Axl angry. He was so different, physically and emotionally, and all that changed for the guitarist was his hair and a few wrinkles. He was envious but so glad at the same time. Izzy deserved it. He was a way better person in general. He deserved to stay pretty.

He trailed his fingertips along Izzy’s bound legs and smirked to himself at the smooth sensation of hairless skin that graced his senses. Of fucking course he shaved. He was always so oddly hairless. It didn’t come naturally, he knew that. On many nights in the early 80s, he had stayed up late in their shared hotel room and watched him perch with one leg drawn up to his chin as he shaved off his body hair. Rarely was he caught with stubble. It was the little details that made him so gorgeously put together.

Axl’s fingers danced over the soft blue rope that kept Izzy restrained, stopping just next to his cock. He drew small circles around his pubic mound, which was just as smooth as the rest of him, and grinned as a soft sigh slipped around Izzy’s gag. He quivered at the sensation. The guitarist hadn’t been touched in so long. He craved touch, craved the pain that followed any slight graze of his skin upon Axl’s. He couldn’t have asked for a better thing to happen to him. Digging his short nails into his soft flesh, Axl let a full grin slide onto his features. A sharp inhale puffed up Izzy’s bare chest. He drew a line from Izzy’s hip area to the base of his cock. Then, he drew that blunt line all the way from the very bottom of his balls to the soft area of flesh just below the head of his cock. He lightened the sharp draw of his nails as he drew vague shapes on the tip, smearing precum across the angry red tip. The shiny liquid made a sheen on his cock that Axl pumped down his shaft with a few quick vertical movements of his fist. A soft moan slipped through Izzy’s lips and slammed against the rubber in his mouth. It wasn’t very loud, especially not with the general deafening efforts of the gag, but Axl always heard his noises. Even the tiniest little ones that Izzy wasn’t even aware of.

“Oh! I got you a gift, honey!” He grinned. The sarcasm in the pet name was by no means lost on Izzy, yet it still gave him a warm fuzzy feeling inside. Axl rose from the mattress. Immediately, Izzy yearned for that slight bit of contact that Axl had given him. He wanted to fuck something- a hand, a chick, whatever! just give him something! Axl’s obnoxious wallet chain jingled against the pockets of his studded Affliction jeans as he strode toward his duffle bag of belongings. Axl looked good, and Izzy couldn’t lie about that if he wanted to. He had gained a couple of pounds, sure, but he wore it well. His hair was shorter, too. A bob almost, but he could pull off just about anything in Izzy’s eyes. He hated to admit it, but he loved a lot of things about the arrogant man. But, he would never tell him. As previously mentioned, Axl was arrogant as all hell and would never let him live it down if he said something vaguely nice about him. He wasn’t a fan of the handlebar mustache, though. That was a weird choice, but he could live with it. Or, he could talk Axl into shaving it off if he was lucky and played his cards right. Izzy was a sly fox, he knew he could do it. It was only a matter of when and how. As Axl rummaged through his bag, purposefully drawing out the suspense in the room as he pretended to be unable to find his surprise, Izzy got a nice solid look at his ass.

God, did he have one hell of an ass.

Axl sauntered back toward him with one hand stealthily tucked behind his back. The other man contemplated straining to possibly see whatever he could have, but decided against it. The mattress dipped as he sat on his knees next to Izzy's pelvis. Then, Axl dramatically unfolded his right hand from his back and exposed his surprise. A thin plastic purple vibrator sat between his thumb and forefinger. Izzy’s face scrunched up as his brows furrowed. He would have frowned had his mouth not been held open. His cheeks flushed as he came to realize exactly how his night would pan out. Knowing Axl, this could go one of two ways. He would either have a surplus of orgasms drawn out of Izzy to the point where the older man would be writhing around in overstimulating pain or he wouldn’t let him come at all. He would carry out their games into the next night- week, whatever he felt like. Truly, it didn’t actually matter if Izzy obeyed his rules. Instead, it was all wholeheartedly based on what mood Axl was in! If he was having a bad day, Izzy would have a bad orgasm! Luckily, the singer seemed to be happier than normal. He was almost bouncy in his mannerisms. The click of a switch and the following buzz of the vibrator snapped Izzy out of his thoughts. He quivered as Axl pushed the plastic close to his skin. It didn’t touch him quite yet, but he could imagine that soft tingle spread across his thighs.

Then, he made contact. Izzy locked up. He almost convulsed at the intensity in which he shivered. How could something so tiny make him feel so much? A lithe moan slithered through the gag. Axl trailed the vibrations up his thighs and across his pelvic bones. He tensed the muscles in his thighs. Flexed his toes. Bucked his hips. Anything he could do, he did it. Izzy had given up on wiggling his fingers. His arms were already numb and tingling. Maybe it was because he was laying on them, maybe it was because he was tied up that tight. Everything was so tingly. Axl teased the tip of the vibrator along his pubic mound, grinning at the shaky breaths that Izzy took as he tried to calm himself. Then, he slid the plastic across his balls. He chuckled as he watched Izzy’s control quickly slip away from him. It was hard to play it cool like this. Before Axl could bring the toy up toward his tip, Axl gave him mercy. He dropped the shaking plastic on the mattress and leaned toward Izzy’s upper body. After crawling up the mattress, he cradled his head in his palm. His fingers plucked away at the buckle in the back of the guitarist's head. Axl slid the gag out of his mouth and chuckled as he wiped away spare strands of spit away from his mouth. Drool had begun to leak from his lips, anyways. Izzy beamed at him. It was a broken grin, a depraved grin really, but a grin nonetheless. Axl returned the slight smile.

“Make those noises for me, pretty boy. I wanna hear ‘em.” He snickered as he scooted back down the bed. He picked up the wriggling toy once more. Softly, he assaulted the man's senses once more. Izzy damn near screamed as he placed it directly on his tip. It was like he had lost all of his common sense. He shook and wiggled so much that a thin sheen of sweat pooled on his skin. “Stay still, bitch.” Axl hissed and pinched one of his nipples between his fingers. Hard. “Fuck! Sorry- I’m sorry!” He sobbed back dry tears as he tried to stop his spasms. He nodded at him and let go of his ever-so-sensitive nipples. Eventually, his frantic moments subsided. Sharp breaths and a perpetual buzz filled the room. Izzy could feel himself growing closer to his peak by the second. He didn’t normally come so fast, but life gets lonely. He needed this. “Axl- Ax, man. Close-“ He babbled, unknowingly pulling at the sheet with his numb fingers. Izzy tried to focus on something other than his impending orgasm, like the color of the blue ropes and the smell in the air. Columbia blue and sex. That came to him too easily. He needed something hard- like math. But, those thoughts were lost on him. “You come when I say you get to. Patience is a motherfucking virtue.” Axl sneered back at him. Well. Someone’s mood has flip-flopped. Wild how he could change like that. That’s probably why Izzy likes him and his sadistic tendencies so much.

He held steady with the vibrations on Izzy’s cock. Izzy writhed, releasing soft moans. Desperately, he tried to keep himself from squirming. He wanted to be good enough to come. Izzy did his best to hold back his orgasm, and he did! It was impossible to hold back his arousal, though. The aggressive leak of precum that Axl worked up and down his cock with the toy made the signer beam. He may be a sadistic, arrogant asshole, but he liked to have proof that he could make people feel good when he wanted to. Maybe that’s what made him so perfect. Soon enough, he was back to babbling incoherent begging noises. “So- so close, Axl. Please.” He hissed. Axl just stared back at him. A soft snort escaped him.

“Nope.” He grinned and popped the p.

“Fuck! Fuck you- cocksucking whore!” Izzy rambled. In an instant, he gasped at himself. He didn’t know why such a combination of words slipped out of him. Axl wasn’t a cocksucker, nor was he a whore. The singer pulled away from him immediately. It was like he had been burned. Izzy gave him a scared, sorrowful look. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to say that. I don’t even know-“ He panickedly babbled his words, struggling against his bonds with the means to take Axl’s hands in his own and try to explain himself. Axl didn’t speak. He just wiped his hands on his studded jeans and stood up. The vibrator was dropped next to Izzy’s legs but didn’t get turned off. It just sat there in their silence. Axl spun on his heel and walked toward the door. Before he could leave he uttered one sentence. “Figure it out yourself, then. Bitch” He scoffed and opened the door. Maybe he was crazy, but he certainly opened it aggressively wide. He may have even let it stay open for longer than needed as he walked out into the hall. He closed it behind him, but not all the way. It was still open by just the tiniest bit. Just enough to let the artificial hallway light stream into the slightly dim room. Just him, his tied-up body, and a vibrator that was on the bed beside him. He wanted to sob. This hurt. But, it hurt so good. He could hear Axl deliver a few sharp knocks to the door across the hallway. Then, he could hear his faint voice.

“Heya, Richard. Wanna have that chat or whatever?”

Damn you, William Bruce Rose Jr.

#rpf #rock rpf #izzaxl #izzy stradlin #axl gnr #axl rose #izzy gnr #w axl rose #fanfic #fiction #gnr smut #smut #gnr fic #cross posted on ao3 #richard fortus (mentioned)#HOW DO I TAG ON HERE!!!! WHAT IS THE FIC PROTOCOL!!!

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trlvsn · 11 months

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I want to state I don't hate Kristoph or anything, I think I just get irritated sometimes at the attention the male characters in ace attorney get. I love Kristoph as a character and I've drawn and written about him a lot because he's cool! I just wish more people could give the leniency to female characters that they gave male ones. and Dahlia n Kristoph are good examples of similar characters for me.

why people should try to give Dahlia Hawthorne a chance (imagine this has been presented like a PowerPoint)

- she's so fucking funny first of all. fail girl of all time.

- literally got roasted so hard she went to hell

- so so much potential in her character

- Capcom mishandled her because they hate women but we don't have to hate women as well

- she killed a pedo, and someone who likes Britain (girl win!)

- she technically stopped Godot from his coffee addiction with an.. intervention. and it worked for a few years. to be polite.

- a woman

- a lesbian

- transgender

- her backstory is actually there even if it's a mess. unlike other poison loving gay ass characters.. (THIS IS A JOKE PEOPLE PLS DONT HATE ME I'M BEING SILLY N JESTFUL!)

- since her backstory and character is a mess you can just interpret her however u want and ur right!

- Capcom genuinely wrote her character while hating her and forgot that she was a child when Terry Fawkes "dated her" and that she was even YOUNGER when she apparently manipulated her father into dropping off Iris and abandoning her at a temple?? like you were so right for pointing this one out.

- It really feels like the narrative hates her more than it likes being a good story and smooth ride. It just wants to demonise her over and over again than write an impactful journey of a character becoming filled with hatred and jealousy.

- my femcel queen

- objectively the funniest character and also the most tragic (to me so actually not at all objective but but but)

- really good showing of how even though she was so distant from the Fey family and her bio mother, she still suffered due to their family's generational trauma and baggage.

- cool design!!!!!!!!!!

- incredibly underrated for the final villain of the ace attorney trilogy. Like other villains in ace attorney are cool and all but pls pls pls I know she's not a twink in a homoerotic relationship but she's so cool..

I think Dahlia Hawthorne could be really interesting if people gave her a chance and I really wish they would because as a person or someone who is seen as a girl a lot and demonised a bit due to my uh.. issues.. I find myself relating to parts of her character. Also evil women go fucking crazy, love em. This also kind of goes for Iris as well, she doesn't... really ever get talked about outside of her relationship with Phoenix n that's in part fault of the fandom AND Capcom (my sworn enemies.)

Anyway thanks for listening - or well reading! :3

anon while we have vastly different interpretations of her character you are so incredibly correct in the general message of it all. like..you are correct with every part of this obviously it's just the matter of me having a different approach, but people seeing her as someone only tied to phoenix is so real and true. what capcom did was make dahlia a manic pixie nightmare girl (a female character created solely for the development of the male lead but in an evil way this time) and tbh we need to reject those behaviors and come up with cool shit for her

actually that manic pixie nightmare girl thing was so smart of me to say. i love myself i'm the smartest girlboy alive. you are also a genius anon honestly go off with this?? if i were you i would already be creating art and unhinged essay posts about this whole thing

#love this blog. so many smart people. including me i'm amazing #raysanswers #tw grooming

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wind-up-thancred · 22 days

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id say sorry for only usin gay terms but im gay and i like thancred so,

thancred in arr is a twink, mayb a twunk if u really wanna b generous

he has daggers n the need to act like the hottest thing in the room, he doesnt need to bulk up or b like those other guys running around the waking sands with their muscles out even if theyre nice to look at

when he starts bein a gunbreaker n he goes "ah. they are going to snap me like a twig." he gets some more muscle, but i dont think hed get outta the otter-hunk sorta range, hes [bad at caring for himself] on the run as far as he knows, then back to running around being covert n shit

then he gets on the first, and on top of having someone who can always know where he is, and then having to look after a child and pretend hes some sort of good role model, along with all the fighting, thats when i think he really starts gettin that muscle n weight up, n has a tummy to fall asleep on. god that would cure me.

yeeeees anon i agree bigly..... its definitely not an immediate change and is pretty gradual but yea this is basically how i see it as well it would cure me, too. thancred waters soft fuzzy tummy. the absolute fucking dream

#headcanon rambles #shadowbringers spoilers

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sorikkung · 2 years

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for the wip game, 'im god i do what i want' sounds so intriguing i need to know more 🤣

oh my god LOL you picked the what goes on in neverland masterdoc which i included as a wip even tho the first few chaps r posted and i haven't started chapter 4 yet cause it's still technically a wip. it's just the most chaotic bulletpoints you've ever seen bc i just write ideas how they come to me, which includes meme format. here are some highlights

i opened an empty doc at 2am one day deciding i wanted to try writing again so i could write something so incredibly self indulgent and be the change i wanted to see in the world. this is what i first wrote

he/they fuckboy!reader whos not in a frat he’s in an alt punk band and yes he has trauma but thats not the reason hes a fuckboy he just likes to fuck and being sexy

pierced, tatted, (he fucked around and bought a tattoo gun, he and kevin like tatting ppl) six pack abs, this mf gonna be more of a wet dream than the actual idols in question

sorry chanlix

his friends consist of like his 5 or so bandmates and thats it. they the type of homies who make out w each other just cause

and then here you have me realising in real time that i can write literally whatever the fuck i want with no justification needed

i wont make it an enemies to lovers au just quite, but they just like being Competitive

wait. why Cant i make it an enemies to lovers au

i know i have too many but im god i do what i want

ok so theyre competing in some battle of the bands type shit

chris and his boys r usually a good sport but they just have a problem w the mc’s punk band bc they dont even want the prize of being signed to a record label? they wanna stay underground but theyre hellbent on winning anyway just for the glory? like ayo fuck off we need this?

but they see mc perform and OOOO THEY WANNA FUCK HIM SO BADDDD

because what is enemies to lovers for if not the SEXUAL TENSIONNNN

plus mc despite not particularly liking skz is like okkkk but they’re hot so? i wanna fuck em anyway? he just lives for the face they make when theyre mad like the hot tongue in cheek thing? mc just sees that and goes ok imma be a shit for the rest of my goddamn life just so i can keep seeing that sexy ass face of urs amen

meanwhile skz r like god what a cocky asshole but also that was hot. we all unanimously agree that was hot? cool not just me. what the fuck do we do about that.

mc and chris have an unspoken competition on who can wear less and less clothes onstage without being disqualified from the rounds

then i have these very brief character blurbs and here's a highlight from felix's

still has lingering feelings for eric which is probably why he doesnt acknowledge his PHAT crush on chris. open your fucking eyes gay boy

and honestly minbin's entire blurbs are highlights within themselves

changbin: dating minho bc minbin is such an underrated pair. works at his local gym bc he was there so often they just offered him the job. actually liked trr’s music before the competition but doesnt admit it until the collab round bc oh no we’re meant to be Enemies yeah i hate those copiers boo >:(( *whispers* (minho theyre so sexy i dont know what to do w myself)

minho: u cant fuck them

changbin: oh ofc i wasnt gon-

minho: without me

changbin: 😳😳😳

minho: does not give a Singular Fuck about the competition, hes just here for a good time and enjoys fighting w trr almost as much as mc does. hes a scorpio ok he just likes being petty and having an excuse to ruin someones life for funsies bc come on. its So fun. like he does want to get signed under a record label but its not life or death bc hes happy w where they are since theyre already popular enough n he gets enough money from his cat video youtube. im transing ur gender gayboy

and ill wrap out with some assorted lines completely out of context:

[hyunjin] has an onlyfans bc he knows hes the prettyboy twink of everyones mfuckin DREAMS and decided he deserves to be paid for it.

mc, instantly: hey wooyoung, eric, can we plagiarize this

(later in the chapter outline it was repeated as "mc: i vote plagiarism")

basically mc goes “arent you tired of being nice? dont you just want to go a p e s h i t” n skz took that PERSONALLY

“sup bitches bros and nonbinary hoes,"

(we cant dance? that’s not what your ROCK HARD COCK said at the prism during your lap dance!)

and lastly these two that copy paste weirdly so have screenshots instead (first screenshot has spoilers for chapter 3 in case you plan on reading it and haven't yet)

anyway i got way too carried away here but i think im hilarious and you enabled me so now you suffer the consequences enjoy <3

#tag games #what goes on in neverland

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A, B, D

A - Ships that you currently like a lot.

ScarletVision, WonderBeast and ReedSue all go without saying, they live in my head constantly n I'm obsessed with them!! However, been giving a lot of thought to T'Challa ships recently, specifically T'Challa/Namor, T'Challa/Reed and T'Challa/Blackagar Boltagon, they all have different vibes but sort of similar premises bc they're all Leader4Leader n it tickles my brain a lil. uhhh BenReed also is wonderful and I'm thinking abt them, and the upcoming @doomreedweek has given me brainrot for those two. Exclusively from this one horrible 2000s AU by Englehart I've found Charles/Hank to be kinda funny conceptually. Together, combining forces, they can make one whole abled person, thats #teamwork. Also MindBug is just a cute name lol.

Here's a list of others I really like; Sue/Medusa, MedusaBolt, StormSquared (Sue/Ororo), both variations of the GammaBug concept (Jennifer & Janet, Bruce & Hank), Bill/Hank, Pietro Maximoff/Ares, Storm/Logan/Nightcrawler, Kurt/Piotr, JeanWanda, BobbiJan, GilgaHerc, IceAngel, Forge/Banshee. I might not talk about these ones as much but please, always feel free to bother me about them <3

B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind.

Uh BenReed definitely took a bit to grow on me while ReedSue and DoomReed were more immediately arresting, I believe it was this fic by @lamujerarana that opened my eyes to their potential :) @cosmicrayed has been with me in establishing Crystal/Sue, which maybe isn't a ship ship of mine but is just funny with how much of a mess Crystal is, she's the polar opposite of a manic pixie dream girl. manic pixie nightmare girl.

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t.

Hmmmm........ I guess I struggle with most Scott ships, I can't really suspend my disbelief that Jean and Emma are down that bad for him </3 and Scogan is kind of fun but again, it doesn't quite work. 90s JeanScott is a vibe IG, but contemporary JeanScott just makes me tired :( I guess also Bobby / literally any of the modern men we've seen him with, I guess a lot of the time Bobby feels too... modern? like he should still feel like a 80s accountant to me, so seeing him be all cool and modern and young-ish feels wrong. and that weird feeling of things being off impacts Christian or Romeo, despite me knowing how the sliding timescale works. Also, I would have preferred they give a new partner to Bobby than aging up Romeo </3

also SpideyTorch. I acknowledge something gay is going on there but I just don't care abt these 20 something y/o twinks. It's not my thing, maybe if Peter becomes an anthro spider I'll change my mind but never got into PeterJohnny alas. or Peter in general </3

A to Z fandom asks

#asks #anonymous #ty for asking!

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ask anything? :D we talk empires n aus stuff a lot in the discord already so Im gonna ask: what were the best (and worst. if youre feeling the urge to be spiteful :3) parts of your last fandom before this? and what are the biggest difference, and similarities, between it and ur current mcyt fandoms!

Alright let's go. The fandom is The Untamed/Mo Do Zu Shi, and I will love it forever. If you've seen long hairedtruly beautiful chinese twinks in long robes in swords, it's probably then. the original source is a web novel written by an anime fic author, and I'm really into the live action version (there's also animated, comic, audio drama)

It caused me to learn a LOT about chinese culture language. Like, a lot, I tried Mandarin for a bit on duolingo but I can't even explain how much I learned about history, food, culture, forms of address, poetry, just, so much. The fandom is full of fancy smart bitches, one of my fave tumblrs is someone who majored in ancient china, and the analysis etc was just chef's kiss amazing. i wouldn't be doing chinese brush painting, and that's bringing me a lot of joy, i've never done visual art before.

I would not have learned so much about culture if it wasn't for my very tightknit group chat. I mentioned I'm on a plane to see friends? It's one of them & their spouse (who i've known since college) and one of the other people in the groupchat, who only knows them because I watched the untamed and introduced my friends. last spring us and the 4th member of the gc went on vacation together. I'm the only person who is fully monolingual, and the only one who isn't an immigrant or child of immigrants from taiwan. I've learned so much about so much of those experiences, and I didn't consider myself ignorant before, but you really need to get to know someone to understand some things (as much as you can without living it

the fic is FUCKING AMAZING. idk how many unread bookmarks i have of fic that is professional publication quality - partly because some of the authors are pro writers. I've been lucky to get to read a loooooot of fic by professional writers, cause my fandoms and ships overlapped. There is so much fic, closer to 100k than 50k i think.

i bonded with other friends by getting on calls and watching with them. i was maybe pushy lol. sadly i'm not gonna try and get anyone into mcyt

canon queer canon queer like deeply canon queer like there are extensive sex scenes in the novel and the entire thing is a gay/bisexual love story it's so good IT'S SO GOOD I CRIED SO MUCH IT'S SO GOOD. SOB SOB SOB.

xue yang my insane psycopath blorbo fuck i love him i got a painting printed on canvas hanginf over my bed.

the canon is closed. the script is a script and the actors are actors and nothing like feeling weird about the crossover can ever happen. i never got as much as i wanted with my side character blorbos but it is what it is.

Downsides

tha canon is closed ;-) I'll never get more than my 50 episodes, unless

Some drama and.... discourse has become such a loaded term. But sometimes you have things like conflict that comes up between the feelings and desires of chinese diaspora and jewish people about how things are portrayed in fic, right? And it's not fighting over nothing, it's (afaik) not fighting to fight, not fighting for clout or because you want to look cool or because you're unhappy with your life and think lashing out will help.

Also, there is fighting to fight and for clout etc. If I ever see top/bottom discourse again it will be too soon, i've got enough of that to last till the heat death of the universe

translations, man. translation is an art and i am glad to know so much more about translation but it's so frustrating to know you'll never really get it, and to try and tell people things like "i know he sounds very brusque but he's speaking ina. very fancy linguistic register and sounds fancy to the other people, and the way he said all those sentences there and they were all four characters long, that's poetic and significant and and and"

I was not inspired to write in general, I wasn't getting ideas. That wasn't notable because I've never ever ever written regularly, i wrote one yuletide fic a year for awhile, i old wrote novely. I am not someone who pops into a new fandom and writes 6 fic in 2 months cause that's the kind of thing that've done in other fandoms. this is insane. And now that i have the writing bug... well, the fic is so amazing, and plentiful, i'm not going to get much attention. i just wrote an exchange fic, my first time writing in the fandom, because my mcyt fic writing encouraged me. I am glad i did it, i made my recipient happy, and it will never get as many kudos as my least popular mcyt fic. I think it has 8, and I'm happy to get that. Here's the thing, i have so many things i *can* do with my creative energies, and multiple that i do to reach and touh other people, and i'm not going to prioritize things where i know I'm not good enough to get read. It's not that i'm choosing writing vs nothing because i want people to read it, i'm choosing writing vs. other things

Comparisons

Okay i think a lot can be pretty obvious from what I said above. We don't have that much fic, we don't have canon smut, afaik we don't have pro authors - not that you have to be pro to be good! or that all pro authors are good! but they usually are pretty good.

other people i knew irl or from my long fandom past got into it. i would get ao3 fic notification from people and eagerly check to see if they'd gotten dragged in. i do not expect that to ever ever happen here. i have ventured far away from the fandoms of my past!

For me... I was a pretty normal age in the untamed fandom, and i am wicked old here. I'm an elder millennial. When I was in my 20s I met fans in their 50s, including at cons that make it really real. I don't see any reason people should drop interests cause they age??? It's bizarre and incomprehensible to me and I always wonder how people will feel when they age. I don't think there's anything inherently childish about this source, and i am happy to talk to younger people, but it's different when you know you're at a similar level of life stuff, and the privileges that come with age. i try to be careful and aware of this with my interactions with younger people. power imbalances etc and i think i do a good job. (my fandom before the untamed, that i was much more casual about, was other youtube and that was maybe even younger?)

The canon! oh my god! LOOK AT THIS SHIT. I majored in media studies and focused on fandom and what was at the time new media and this is... y'all if i was in college now i would be writing desperately about this. As a media studies person, as a larper, as someone who is obsessed with watching the ways people can express themselves and connect and stuff grow... fuck man. SMPs????? fuck yeah!!!!!! gah!!!!! catch me sober and i can be more coherent.

connecting with people has been slower, but it's picking up. <3

the untamed had so few female charaters. empires being so female is just so amazing to me, and i *am* working on f/f, it's just. the problem is jimmy, okay? no women throw themselves at jimmy, it's not *my* fault.

i can't fucking vid it. i just. can't. i can't draw and i never finished any vids for the untamed but i have so many unfinished ones. i'm not a great vidder but i love it, and not even having the possibility... it makes me sad a lot, actually. but i need facial expressions and more dynamic footage.

in conclusion fandom is great. before the untamed i hadn't been seriously into fandom in years, i've always been in and out. it was insane how into it i got. i started watching as i recovered from major surgery, and was still deep in the pandemic blues.

mcyt has unlocked creativity in me I never ever ever expected. i'm an elder millennial and i started reading fic when i was 12 and fic writing was never gonna be my thing. in 2021 i beta read over 100k words to contribute, in 2022 i started podficcing to have some creative expression of my own. my therapist and i talk about it all the time (i've been with her since i was 19, we talk about everything, and fyi what you love can say things about what's up with you and therapists know that, talk about your blorbos). I've determined i'm not getting an answer anytime soon. The medium is a lot, right, but it's more. I don't know, but I fucking love writing like this, the satisfaction, the fact that i made someone *cry* with my silly cave ranchers fic. I've made people cry a lot with my larp writing, but that intended to make them cry, not something i wrote in a fever dream in one day.

So thank you everyone who is part of my experience, it's been really great and i hope to keep being so happy and fulfilled and encouraged in my creativity etc!

"hope that's what you wanted". i am only ever concise due to extensive editing lol :)

#me #answering asks

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People on here are just completely incapable of understanding nuance like yes butch queen + fem/me queen are terms used in ball culture yes there is a long history of gay men casually describing themselves as butch or femme but people see this and think its exactly the same as dyke butch/femme culture when those are highly different contexts so now we get people angry at lesbians for not wanting to fuck gay men or writing men dni on their posts abt having sex with butches bc its "excluding" butch men or whatever and equating critique of this collapse of context and nuance as being exactly the same as people (not exclusively lesbians) being goofy and ahistorical like no YOU people are being goofy and ahistorical

no literally exactly it's really embarrassing and to me its disrespectful to history bc u literally see ppl just combing thru random lgbt relics to find an example where a gay guy calls himself femme so they can be like see!!! i can join in!!! and like im interested in all of our history not just stuff that only relates to lesbians so i actually read it properly and its so blatantly not talking abt butch/femme culture that its just... to me so obnoxious to like ignore ppls ACTUAL histories in favour of trying to superimpose ur online understanding of like the 21st century evolution of a 70+ year old dynamic that is based around gay women trying to court each other like... its genuinely just goofy and silly and u look illiterate 😭😭😭

also can't believe they don't HEAR themselves like yeah sorry gay women are under so much pressure from misogyny and patriarchy and heterosexuality and constantly demanded to be available and appealing to men it's literally not wrong that we want our own space for our desire to be like safe and insulated that isnt the same thing as judging or devaluing others or w/e its not saying we r better than u or something.

i saw some guy complaining about "lezseps" gatekeeping him from b/f and it's like... u realise ur just a man whining that lesbians don't want to include u in a subculture which is about us dating each other like..... it literally just doesnt make sense for u to be here and it defeats the object of the space entirely. irl gay men are exactly the same like its very normal for a group that has sex n relationships w each other to have like specific spaces and culture around that that just. don't make sense to involve anyone else in like its not Gatekeeping, like im not using grindr or calling myself a twink because it would be pointless outside of being a man trying to sleep with men. even without adding the gendered dynamics of being a man thats like stop excluding ME from ur desire for women or whatever its still just sillyyyy

its just very online behavior bc they have no connection at all to the equivalent sorts of communities for other groups and so they latch onto a misunderstanding of what b/f is without getting that the entire fuel in the motor is like.. desire between women sheieuf like omg its really dumb the more I talk abt it the more im just like this is so dumb why is anyone trying to argue this 😭😭😭 leave women alone frrrrrr

#ask #anon #imo the dynamic is a lot older than the bar culture incarnation of it like #esp cuz I always come across ppl both in the present n past who r clearly trying to articulate butchness without even having a word for it #so it's funny to see ppl who r like Trying to be a butch or something because it's so the opposite like ppl just r that #and lots of relationships between women r clearly following that dynamic like its just something that's kind of innate #so it doesnt matter like if u call urself a femme bc oh blabla says fem gay man bla bla like youre not doing what we are doing regardless

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Wally anon: Solidarity fr. 🫡 Yup lolll (like the people who want Stu back alive). And you knowww he could get pretty...forceful, if you feel me. 👀 The thing that kills me is that she was. supposed to + be the primary target in the would-be 5 until ~those~ producers got in the way even though that would've made 5 one of THE best installments cause you just DON'T get plots like that often. 😫 Ah, do continue @ don't like Hughie (but huh, okay @ too physical). Yuppp, you get it. If all 3 killers are not BRINGING IT, one needed. to be cut & he was that very one (they reallyyy dropped the ball on not seeing the potential in ~bisexual Chad~ & that's all I have to say on that!) Melissa r e a l l y sells crazy so well that it pains me Sam has not had a truly. Formidable killer to go up against yet. Cause she's out here stabbing THE fuck out of people & they're all in the ~try hard to be Billy & Stu Olympics~ djdsk. 🔪 🔪 🔪 (yeah, I know, it wouldn't fix everything, it would just be a start lolll) I feel like that describes a lot of your affinity for slashers (railing you), the danger 🫣 That's the thing, the Halloweens were all indie until 6 with Dimension so they had not excuse in 4/5 to not just do what 1/2's mask did dhdjdla. Yupppp. Literally Sam Mindy Anika Tara AND Chad's big tall ass. Had two. killers attacked in that second, okay, yes, I'd understand hustling outta there. But we know for a fact it was Ethan in that scene & we knowww they could've overpowered that twink, like come on now. 💀 (oop, yup, we fully twinned with our thought process there lollllll)

Hope you enjoy 🤭 Up against a wall fucking is veryyy underappreciated. I know it's impractical unless you have the strength to pull it off, but it just has that something to it 🫠

And you knowwww he'd be talking dirty as hell to you from your reaction to him spitting. 🫣 Yupppp, he'd be stroking you fast cause he. has to be the one to make you cum.

Oh do not get me s t a r t e d on Wanda. She was another one of my favs & even if I liked seeing her go wild in MOM, that movie did e v e r y body involved dirty, especially coming on the heels of Wandavision. It's soooo wild to me how nothing Bruce + Clint are now when (issues with Whedon notwithstanding), the very 1st Avengers movie ate sooo much at nailing. each & every character. And we'll have to keep holding out hope that will persist for Bucky cause whewww at some of the shit the MCU has been getting up to lately...😬 Oh you are speaking my language cause I fr can not s t a n d Tony + the bias the movies had in favor of him akdhdhd. Nothing against RDJ cause literal perfect casting, but Steve was quite literally always. the one speaking facts & had to deal with Tony constantly going on his little passive aggressive billionaire power trips thinking he knew better. Oh, I'll bet. 👅 Maybe I will @ look it up 👀, but yeah, that doesn't surprise me cause I've seen a lot of favorable responses to him. I just never got around to watching the series. 🙈 I feel that's a pretty apt description of her. 👍

Which seems like an exhausting existence to lead.

(I'm sure any & all dishes could benefit from his extra special ingredient 🥴) Yuppp. I had read the script before watching the movie so I knew what was coming but the. scene was still sooo hard to watch but that's why you have contingency plans 🙌 As sweet as his cu-🤫

It's crazy and I'm so happy they didn't entertain Stu returning. Oh I feel you... I love when they get forceful and controlling>> Dom!Roman is happily making me see the vision clearly (and not walk straight.) And yesss I hate that they meddled with it so much and stopped it from ever happening. It's a rare thing to have the villain win and then be the victim in the next movie, pretty inventive. Idk, now that I think about it... Hughie issss🫣 honestly all of the boys on The Boys are (Jensen bias again sksidhds). EXACTLY AND CHAD AND MINDY COULD'VE been gay/bi twinsssss omg. I feel like each killer has contributed to her growth, but its a shame we won't see the killer for her to face in 7... I'm happy Melissa left (and Jenna too, and the director) but that means we'll never get closure unfortunately. Exactly!!! They should have been able to capture the magic (and hot take, the 4 mask is so bad I almost love it. something weirdly nice about it. h20 was the worst for me, I think being able to see the eyes was the worst part of an otherwise decent mask tbh. Also before I go any further John >>> Allison just saying.) And so true. Chad is plowing that twink ass straight out of the apartment. But also... knowing he was responsible for the ladder scene is so silly. Like he did that?? No wonder the twink was struggling to get Anika off... it was fruit on fruit crimes.

Spiderman is perfect for that>>> not to bring him up but ive always said he could make fucking on the ceiling work (you against the ceiling but also I see the appeal of being held by him while he's using sticky skin to stick to the ceiling) Okay, Spiderman tangent over and back to Wally. It's just those ghost possibilities making it plausible. (Bonus if it's against the lockers so y'all are making more noise)

Ugh dirty talk + spitting... say less😮‍💨 Love how he has to be the one making you feel good, no one else can (even if another guy is fucking you with him)

Literally! I don't care that her kills in it are weightless and cameo bait. IT WAS COOL!! I must be a sheep because I thought it was the best part of the movie. I don't really care that she's being driven by the dark hold either, I just wish we got some additional Wandavision/MOM scenes that showed her reasoning for wanting to wield the dark hold. Im praying the thunderbolts movie will be good, but with the reshoots and rewrites and delays... it had me worried. I know they're doing it to "better" the movie but that has yet to be seen. RDJ made Tony kinda fine but I could not stand his character. I hate how Whedon painted him as "in the right" in the first Avengers. Honestly, my issues started with Iron Man 2 and every movie he was in until he died. Iron Man 1 is literally perfect, but it wasn't made with a sequel in mind, so they back tracked on his character in 2 and 3, then just lost focus entirely by the end. What happened to the guy learning how to use his resources for good? It's the worst in Civil War, when Tony openly disrespects Cap and Buck because he was too emotional (that movie also set up Mysterio for later and... yikes). I get that his parents died but it was years ago, and he knew that Bucky was being mind controlled during those events. He had zero free will and Tony knew that, and this movie also spawns the Sokovia Accords, which he doesn't make an effort to understand. He constantly flip flops about being more than who people think he is, but then uses the fact that "he's just a guy" to skate by unphased from the Accords. The Accords would have affected people with superpowers imbued into them, where their body and powers are one. Tony doesn't have to worry about that because his suits aren't him, no matter how much Infinity War tries to change that because of his "paranoia". And then there's his impact on Peter. Not only did he recruit a 14 year old to fight for government restrictions that would affect Peter, he also had him fighting in situations against people much more powerful than him. Then, when Peter was part of the blip, he replaced him with his daughter?? Like huh?? Im gonna cut it short there because I could go on forever about it. (If you can't tell, I'm veryyy passionate about Peter and his movies almost as much as Cap and Bucky. Plus, it's more reasons to hate Tony sjskdksj)

Totally, omg that reminds me of when I read a fic with a barista!Sam Winchester and he just... jacked off in the reader's coffee without even knowing them skdjdsj ... I should go reread that. Exactly! She outsmarted them all because she's that girl. it's as sweet as him!

#wally clark #not gonna put anything else cause I feel like we've drifted a tad from wally but im not complaining lmao

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this game has my brain hostage. so here's how i think the s4 +rider and avi would play bg3. spoilers for bg3

Army:

-Explorer difficulty. He is FULLY into it.

-In normal dnd he is your minmaxer who somehow makes it work with the roleplay. In bg he is ALL in for his character and plays them as accurately as he can.

-Valor Bard, High Elf. The backstory he gave himself was he grew up on the streets of Waterdeep and learned magic and tricks of the tongue to cast it from bards he watched. He was gifted a lute by a traveling paladin who had no need for it.

-Romancing Gale. he's too nice to go for the twink vampire and too gay for anyone else (other than maybe wyll but he got set on gale's romance first)

Aloha:

-Balanced, multiplayer with Mask.

-He went with a tiefling ("the gayest race!!") rogue, arcane trickster, with the Charlatan background without knowing Astarion was essentially the same in a different font

-He's a (reforming!) conman from Baldur's Gate who once conned Cazador. He now only goes for the more wicked people for his cons which. still includes Cazador i guess

-Also romancing Gale because "he reminds me of army and that's Hot"

Mask:

-Balanced, multiplayer with Aloha but has her own save on tactician. Same character for both

-Dark urge wood elf (for the speed), draconic sorceress with blue dragon bloodline. She's not evil but she is An Asshole.

-She wrote her own backstory where even before loosing her memory she was resisting her urge to murder and so she moved into the woods and became known as "The Witch of the Wicked" due to her spells having deep prices

-Very neutral on savescumming. She makes fun of Army for it and Rider for not

-Though somehow romancing Karlach cause even she has standards and cant resist buff women

Rider:

-Explorer. He's a giant nerd and wants to take it easy to pick up on all the references without stress

-High elf War Cleric of Ilmater. Portrays him as a protector of those in need, as most Ilmater clerics are, but he's more aggressive in his protection. Hence, war domain. He's like a scary older brother that protects people

-Jokes to Goggles and Hachi (who watch over his shoulder) that "he's just a long suffering mom friend who needs a coffee, and a nap"

-Romancing Wyll because Goggles n Hachi both liked him

Skull:

-Explorer because he's new to dnd and related stuff. He played a bit of Pathfinder and that's it. He's enjoying himself though

-Wood Elf ranger as "i feel like i couldnt be anything else in dnd". Outlander background and beastmaster subclass. Has a giant wolf with him at all times he named Ulfric who is the soul of Avi reincarnated after his death. Avi came up with that one

-Karlach reminds him too much of Avi so of course he's going to give the tiefling woman a Smooch. As He Should

Avi:

-Tactician. He's not a stranger to gaming nor is he one to dnd.

-Minmaxes but makes it work.

-Tiefling Paladin of Vengence, somehow with wolflike traits. Folk hero background. He and Skull had the idea that their bg3 characters were married but their different playthroughs are where the other died respectively if that makes sense

-Hates Being Mean. Chaotic Good playthrough but hates being a dick

-Romancing Wyll because Wyll reminds him a lil of Skull and Paladin/Warlock is an underrated ship dynamic. its the same thing in Reverse

#coroika #galax writes

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thiccnthintfs · 3 years

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A Week at the Pool

A/N: Here is Story 2! It is quite long; too long, I think, actually. Hopefully, some of y'all enjoy it; I understand that longer stories aren't everyone's cup of tea.

Monday:

Joe sighed as he took in his reflection in the locker room mirror.

"Bro, I don't know about this..." he muttered, using his right hand to adjust his dick. "This fuckin' speedo doesn't leave much to the imagination...and what kind of faggy pool requires this as dress code for its lifeguards?" Joe stopped fiddling with his dick and sighed again, running a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Fuck if I know, dude," Dylan replied. The brunet was standing under a showering, giving himself a spritz before they had to walk out into the hot sun. "But for $18 an hour? I'll go out there in a g-string for that much cash!" Dylan turned off the shower tap and gave his friend a smirk. "And say what you fuckin' want to, bro, but I like how this thing hugs my cock. Really shows it off for the chicks." Still smirking, Dylan glanced down at his dick, as it bulged in his red speedo.

"Bro, what chicks?" Joe scowled at his friend as they both started to head out of the locker room. Outside, Joe gestured at the pool. "This place is fuckin' fag city!" Dylan frowned as he took in the pool. His friend did kind of have a point. Of all the people at the pool, probably about 95% of them were dudes and those dudes did seem a bit...fruity. Hardly a pound of muscle on any of them and they were all paired off or prancing around in groups, giggling. Rows of twinks were sunbathing all along the pool, their puny dicks on display in their small speedos.

"It's not...that bad..." Dylan said unconvincingly. A few feet away from them, two twinks sunning themselves by the pool's edge were giggling as one rubbed some tanning lotion into the other's lower back. Grinning mischievously, the twink rubbing the lotion in moved suddenly to slap his friend's ass, causing both to squeal and giggle even even further. Without missing a beat, both twinks turned to look at Dylan, smiling flirtatiously. Dylan gagged. "On second thought..." he muttered.

"Shit dude, I don't know if this is worth it, even for the cash," Joe retorted, shooting a disgusted look toward the two giggling twinks. "I don't wanna be surrounded by fags all summer longDylan sighed and placed an arm around his bro's shoulder. "I get it, man, I get it, but look...you're seeing the small picture here," Dylan said conspiratorially. "Sure, this place is a lil fruity...but look. See over there?" Dylan gestured to the other side of the pool, where a big-titted blonde was palling around with two twinks. "And there?" A few steps away, a brunette with a sweet ass was sunning her back as she chatted to the lithe boy in the chair beside her. "And...holy shit, over there?" Joe followed Dylan's stare to the shallow end of the pool where a sexy redhead chick was hitting a volleyball back and forth with a similarly redheaded twink. Just then, the girl hit the volleyball outside the pool.

"Oh noo!" she chirped, looked crestfallen.

"No worrieth, I'll get it!" her twinky friend lisped back. He climbed out of the pool, stretching for a second, before he pranced after the ball.

On the other hand, shit had gone swimmingly for Dylan, it seemed, who was attached to the redheaded chick all day yesterday. His friend had successfully inserted himself into the chick and her twinky friend's volleyball game and the two had hung out the rest of the day. Although, Joe remembered with a smirk, it seems like his friend hadn't managed to ditch the fag. On more than one occasion, Joe had looked off toward his friend to see him strolling or splashing around with his conquest, but never far behind, always off to the side was redheadedt twink.

"That's the point, Joe my bro...these aren't just chicks. They're fag hags. Chicks who love to pal around with little gay boys." Dylan smirked evilly at his friend. "Meaning that they are ripe for the picking by you...and me." Dylan's grin widened as he gestured first to himself, then to his friend.

Joe paused. He hadn't considered this angle.

"You think so? You think we can tear them away from their faggy friends?" Joe asked. He still didn't sound convinced.

"Bro, have you looked in the mirror lately?" Dylan chuckled. "We're fuckin' seeeexy, bro. Especially compared to all the fairies." Dylan joked, seemingly to finally win Joe over, who was grinning now as well. "Trust me, bro. No chick here's gonna wanna get dicked down by these betas after they see what two alphas like us are packin'..."

"Okay, bro, you've convinced me," Joe relented, "Let's find us some fag hags to fuck!!"

"Already one step ahead of you, bro!" Dylan shouted and with that he was already jogging away toward the redheaded volleyball player from earlier. He smirked back at his friends, his pecs bouncing as he jogged away. "I'm feeling in the mood for some volleyball!"

Tuesday:

Joe glowered, trying his damnedest to stare a hole into the tile of the locker room floor as he slipped out of his boxers.

"Some shittin' plan this is, alright..." Joe muttered, throwing his boxers into his locker and slamming it shut.

Yesterday had not gone according to plan at all. At least, not for Joe. Every time he tried approaching a girl, he'd get maybe get a few minutes in, but then it was almost like he'd get divebombed by fags. All the time giggling and smiling at him, rubbing up against him as he walked by, and not to mention staring at his dick all the fucking time. Joe couldn't take the shit. Eventually, he'd found a shady corner of the pool and kept a low profile the rest of the day, scowling at any fag who came close by.

Joe sighed, pulling up his speedo. He then pawed at his bulge. Could never get comfortable in this damn thing.

Despite it all, he'd come back for another day, hoping that things would maybe go a bit better. Maybe there would be fewer fags in attendance today, after all. The sound of a slamming locker door jarred Joe out of his thoughts. That would be Dylan.

"Yo Dylan, what the fuck happened yesterday-" Joe turned a corner, expecting to see his friend, but stopped short when he saw a blond boy undressing on a bench, midway through pulling off his gray tank top. The blond bit his lip and was staring back at him with wide eyes.

"Shit, not another fag..." Joe muttered under his breath, then cleared his throat. "Uhhh, sorry...dude, thought you were my bro Dylan..." Joe awkwardly ran a hand through his hair and turned to leave.

"Wait," the blond quickly said, causing Joe to turn back, "Umm...are you one of the new lifeguards?"

"Uh, yeah..." Joe mumbled. This fag was still staring up at him with his big eyes and it was starting to freak Joe out.

"Do you..." the twink was biting his lip again, "Do you think you can teach me how to swim!?" The question was blurted out all at once.

"Uhh..." the question had caught Joe off guard. He ran a hand through his hair again. "Look, umm, I'm not a swim teacher, dude, so I can't really-"

"Please!" the twink shouted, leaning forward, "My friends dragged me here...but I don't even know how to swim...I know it's not a thing you'd normally do, but please teach me?"

Joe furrowed his brows. This guy was starting to piss him off. He took a deep breath to compose himself.

"...Sure, alright." Joe said, then blinked, surprised. Had he...had he just fuckin' agreed to teach this fag how to swim?! He'd had every intent on telling this twink off, why in the hell had he agreed?

"Yay! Yay" the blonde was bouncing up and down, then suddenly leapt up. Joe looked down and saw that the twink had wrapped one of his arms around Joe's. He was smiling up at Joe and blushing slightly. "I'm Mikey, by the way. Thanks so much...?"

"Uhh, Joe," Joe muttered, feeling his own face redden at the sudden contact. Inside, he was screaming. Why the fuck was he letting this fag hang off of him like some chick? But as much as he kept asking himself this, Joe couldn't bring himself to shove the twink away.

Mikey continued to smile up at Joe. "Thanks for teaching me how to swim, Joe. I'll just get rid of this real quick..." Mikey detached himself from Joe and quickly peeled off his tank top, draping it over the bench, and shucked his black shorts off, too. Joe couldn't help but make a face. Under his shorts, the twink was already wearing a hot pink speedo.

"Okay!" Mikey chirped, taking Joe by the hand, "Let'th go, Joe!"

"Sure..." Joe mumbled again. His mind was racing. Why had he agreed to this again? Why was he letting this little fag lead him around like he owned him? What the fuck was going on?

As Mikey led Joe outside, maybe he was imagining it, but Joe could've sworn that he heard a chorus of giggles erupt as the two emerged from the locker room. Shit. Joe felt fucking mortified and kept his eyes on the ground as Mikey led him onward. There goes any chance of landing a girl at this place, Joe thought. After this, they'll all think that I'M a fag, too!

Joe was so absorbed in his thoughts, he barely registered it as Mikey led him down some concrete steps into the most shallow part of the pool. "So, um...what do I do?" the twink bit his lip as he turned to look up at Joe. Even here in the shallow end, the water was nearly up to the twink's chest. It barely came up to Joe's ass. Still not fully registering how or why he wanted to do everything the little fag said, Joe reached down to grab Mikey, turning the blond horizontal in the water so that the twink's bubble butt was pointed straight up. He kept hold of the twink, easily holding the light boy so that he didn't sink. "Okay...bro. So...just start paddling your arms and legs and we'll...see how things go, alright?" Joe said awkwardly. In response, Mikey started flailing his arms and legs back and forth. A second later, the twink was giggling as he awkwardly attempted to swim. In spite of himself, Joe found himself grinning down at the blond. His eyes kept getting drawn toward the twink's plump ass, which swayed and bounced back and forth as the twink paddled. A small part of Joe was still aware of how fucking strange it was for him to play swim instructor to a random twink. That same part of Joe knew that that wasn't the strangest thing about today, though. The strangest thing was that underwater, just a foot or two below Mikey's bouncing ass, Joe had the stiffest fucking hard-on he'd ever had in his life.

Wednesday:

Joe was sitting down on one of the locker room benches, holding his head between his hands. Why had he fucking come back? Yesterday has been a bit of a blur. He remembered sticking with Mikey most of the day, helping the twink learn how to swim. He...he even remembered how turned on he'd been as the fag had bounced up and down in the water. And despite it all, Joe had woke up this morning and come back to the pool, pulled on the speedo that fuckin' suffocated his dick, and was ready to do it all over again. What the fuck was going on with him? "Yoo, broski, you managed to hit it lucky yet?" a familiar voice said from behind Joe, who turned to see Dylan standing there smirking in his red speedo. "Dude, where the fuck where you yesterday?" Joe fumed, standing up to glare at his friend. "I didn't see you all day yesterday! I ended up...babysitting this fucking fag all day! I...I'm not even sure why the fuck I came back today!" Joe ran a hand through his hair again. "Like, chiLL, JOey!" Dylan said, his voice cracking unexpectedly. Dylan looked puzzled for just a second, cleared his throat and then threw a burly arm around his friend. "Just gotta set your sights on a girl and go for it! Like me! And if you score some twink ass along the way..." Dylan trailed off, smirking suggestively at Joe. "Dylan, what the fuck?!" Joe shouted, throwing his friend's arm off. "Are...are you turning fag on me, bro? What the fuck, you're straight as an arrow?" "What-no! Bro-" Dylan grumbled, suddenly looking frustrated and embarrassed. "I...I'm not" Dylan trailed off, stumbling for words. Eventually, he sighed. "Look, bro...all I'm saying is...a hole is a hole, right?" Dylan's eyes widened as soon as he'd said the words, almost like he'd been surprised to say them. "Dude..." Joe was staring at his friend in shock. "What. The. Fuck." "Uhh...suit your fucKIN' SElf then, bro!" Dylan shouted, throwing his hands up and walking off. "See if I care! Hope you're haPPY with blue balls, bro! I'm late for volleyball with AJ!"

Joe stared after his friend in confusion. Dylan was moving away pretty quickly, his hips swaying as he scurried off. Just as Dylan was turning a corner, Joe saw him adjust the rear material of his speedo. Huh...now that he thought about it, had Dylan been hitting the squats at the gym lately? His ass was certainly looking...full. And his voice had cracked again...what the fuck was going on with his friend? And who the fuck was AJ? Joe was so absorbed in his thoughts over Dylan, he didn't hear Mikey sneaking up behind him.

"Joe!" the twink yelped, surprising Joe as he hugged him from behind. Joe turned to see Mikey, still in his pink speedo, smiling up at him. "Ready for Day 2, big guy..? I think we really made some progreth yethterday..."

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"Nice, Mikey! Yeah, just like that!" Joe smiled down at Mikey as the twink awkwardly paddled forth in the water.

Despite the weirdness with Dylan earlier, soon as as Mikey showed up, the blond had managed to quickly lure Joe into another round of swimming lessons. Joe still hated fags, or so he'd remind himself every now and again. Still, there was something about Mikey that just...got past all of Joe's defenses. Something about the little twink that Mikey liked, even.

'Admit man,' Joe suddenly thought to himself, 'You want to rail this fucking fag into next week. He fuckin' loves you. He'd let you pound his ass in a fuckin' heartbeat...' Joe shoved those thoughts away, then tried to discreetly palm his cock.

Thank goodness no one could see his obscene bulge underwater. Just like yesterday, Mikey had inexplicably given him the biggest fucking hard-on. Some part of Joe still knew that there was something fucked up about this, but it was like that part of him was locked up whenever he was around Mikey.

"Thanks, Joe...you're an awesome teacher," Mikey stoped paddling to stand up in the water. Maybe it was the sun, but for a second there, the twink almost looked like he was blushing. "Uhh...I'm really glad that you became one of the new lifeguards..."

Mikey moved in for a close hug. "Uhh..." Joe mumbled, caught off guard, but moving in automatically to return the hug. "Shit..."

Joe looked down. As the two hugged, Mikey's head was nestled up against Joe's right pec and the little twink's lips were just inches away from his nipple. "Mikey..." Joe began, feeling his dick twitch in his speedo.

At that, Mikey shifted to bring their bodies closer underwater. "Shit..." Joe muttered again, feeling his hard cock rub up against the twink. Anyone swimming underwater would see that the two were now hugging so tightly, they were literally dick-to-dick. And fuck...Mikey was hard, too, Joe realized. He could feel the heat coming off of the tiny twink's hard-on.

Heh. A part of Joe chuckled. Not that he was surprised, but he definitely had Mikey beat in the size department.

"I'm, uh..." Mikey broke away from the hug, "I'm going to head to the showers..." The twink smiled knowingly at Joe as he climbed out of the pool. Joe's eyes were glued to the twink's ass as he sashayed off toward the locker room showers.

Joe stared after Mikey. Now that the twink was gone, his spell should've been broken.

'Fuck! Leave!' Joe screamed to himself. Instead, he found himself moving to chase after the twink.

"Ooh, go get him straight boy!" crowed one sunbathing fag.

"Looks like Mikey's getting dicked down today...about time!" hooted another redheaded twink, elbowing and winking at a brown-haired friend at his side.

"I'm...jealouth..." the brown-haired twink muttered, his eyes on Joe's bulge as it bounced up and down, as the jock jogged off toward the locker room.

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Joe inhaled deeply as he stepped into the locker rooms. He could hear one of the showers running around the next corner. Joe rounded the corner into the shower room to see Mikey standing daintily under one of the spigots along the middle of the far wall. The twink was rinsing all of the chlorine out of his short blond hair. Joe stepped closer, his eyes tracking the small droplets of water racing down Mikey's back before vanishing into a small gap between the twink's skin and speedo. Down into the crack between Mikey's plump ass cheeks.

Joe felt his dick twitch again.

He sauntered closer to the twink. He sidled right up to the blond, lining up the outline of his hard cock so that it just poking up against the twink's bubble butt. As he did, Mikey giggled.

He just stood, exactly like that, for a few moments. Then Mikey began to slowly turn around. As he did, Joe's dick ran across one of Mikey's butt cheeks, then his hip, and then finally he felt his hard-on brushing up against Mikey's again, just like in the pool. Now that they were both out of the pool, Joe could really tell how much bigger he was than the twink. As it bulged out and over Mikey's hard-on, Joe realized that his hard cock had to be at least twice the size of Mikey's...maybe even more?

"Hey Joe..." the twink murmured, smiling almost bashfully, "Decided to join me, huh?" The twink lightly grinded his tiny dick into Joe's and the jock felt his breath hitch.

'A hole is a hole...right, bro?' Dylan's voiced suddenly whispered in Joe's head.

He learned down and crushed his lips fiercely against Mikey's. The two greedily made out for a few moments, tasting and biting each others lips up top as their grinded their dicks against each other down below. They broke apart from each other a few moments later, gasping for air.

"I..." Joe muttered, suddenly feeling more clarity than he'd felt all week. "I...don't know what it is about you. I'm straight. I can't fucking stand fags, but...fuck. I...don't think I've ever been this hard for anyone before, ever."

Mikey giggled. "I like you, too...Joey," the twink replied. And then the blond was bending down. Joe inhaled sharply as he felt the twink's face rub up against his cock. "Mmm...you smell so good, Joey."

It took everything in Joe to not come then and then, as Mikey nuzzled his cock with his nose. "Fuck..." Joe muttered, feeling the twink lick his cock through his speedo, all the way from its tip to its base.

"No!" Joe said suddenly and reached down to yank Mikey back up onto his feet. The twink looked surprised until he saw the deeply...hungry look on Joe's face. "You little bitch. Don't think you're gonna get out of this with just a blowjob."

Joe reached into the rear of Mikey's speedo and palmed the twink's ass, making the twink moan in response. "You've been fuckin' teasing me with this fuckin' fat ass of yours since yesterday..." Joe growled, "It's your ass I want, faggot...get ready."

And with that, Joe yanked his speedo down, shimmying out of it until it was down around one ankle. The he kicked off to the far side of the room. Smirking, he let Mikey take in his full length for a moment as it freely bobbed up and down. He then jerked it a few times, moving his hand slowly up and down all of his 7 and a half inches.

Joe's smirked widened as he saw that Mikey's eyed were glued to his cock.

"Mmm...yessir!" the twink eventually chirped and an instant later, he was stripping out of his speedo as well. Turning again, the twink braced himself against the wall with his hands and presented his ass to Joe.

Jerking himself a time or two more, Joe lined his cock up with Mikey's ass, but suddenly was hit with a wave of insecurity.

"I've, uh..." Joe muttered and ran a hand through his hair, "I've uh...never done this with a guy before."

"Like, it's the same basic concept, Joey..." Mikey giggled. "Just go with the flow...I promise you I can take it!" The twink wink and wiggled his ass cheeks. "Guess it's my turn to teach you something...let's see how quickly you learn, huh?"

Joe smirked down at Mikey, his confidence restored. And then, moving slowly but deliberately, his slipped his cock into Mikey's ass.

"Shit...shit, Mikey!" Joe yelled once his dick was fully buried into Mikey's ass, "Fuck...fuck, you're so tight! Tighter than...any girl...I've ever had...fuck..!" As Joe spoke, he started to thrust, lightly at first, but quickly picking up steam, into Mikey's ass.

"So...I've been told..." Mikey mumbled breathlessly between moans as the jock fucked him.

"Mmm..." Joe moaned as he continued railing the twink. Fuck. He loved the feeling of Mikey's ass cheeks bouncing as he thrusted into them. He reached around with his left hand and rubbed it up and down Mikey's chest and abdomen. He loved how slender Mikey was, how all the twink's weight seemed to be concentrated in his thighs and ass. With his other hand, Joe reached down and started to jerk off Mikey's tiny dick. He loved that, too - how small Mikey's fucking dick was, especially compared to his own.

"Joey..." Mikey breathed, his breath hitching as Joe jerked his tiny shaft. Bent over as he was, the twink somehow managed to twist his head back to stare back at Joe and with that, the two had locked lips again, tonguing each other in time with Joe's thrusts. "I...I think I'm close, Joey..."

Joe smirked and started to piston into Mikey faster, harder. "You like that, huh?" Joe teased. He was still working Mikey's small cock with one hand and he'd set his other hand to work tweaking one of the twink's rosy nipples. "You like it...when a real man...shows you a good time?"

"Fuck..." Mikey muttered, "Fuck...Joey!" Mikey yelped and a moment later, Joe felt the warm, familiar feeling of come oozing over his right hand. Not wasting a beat, he lifted his hand up to Mikey's mouth. "You fucking slut...look at the mess you've made. Clean it up." Joe ordered.

Staring briefly at Joe through lidded eyes, Mikey eagerly accepted Joe's fingers into his mouth, slurping greedily as he cleaned Joe's hand of his own come. "Mmm..." the twink nearly purred, reveling in post-orgasm bliss.

And that was what finally sent Joe over the edge. Seeing the twink in the palm of his hand, so obedient, as he continued to plow into Mikey's pillowy ass cheeks...

"Shit..!" Joe exclaimed, feeling himself come, long and hard, into the twink. Though he couldn't see, he knew he was sending ropes and ropes of come up into Mikey's ass. "Fuck..." Joe muttered as his orgasm finally started to subside.

Then he and Mikey were just standing there, breathing heavily. Joe was still clutching the twink, almost protectively, as his dick started to deflate within Mikey's ass. The two just stood there for a few moments more, letting the water from the shower spigot run over them, as they soaked in their respective afterglows.

And then Mikey turned to look at Joe. The twink was grinning cheekily. "So...when do you think you'll be ready for round 2?" he asked.

At that, Joe's dick twitched, already coming back to life.

=======

The shower room was filled with giggling.

"No, I mean it!" Mikey squealed, lightly slapping Joe on one of his pecs, "I have never been dicked down like that in my life, Joey! Where did you lean to do that one thing...?"

Joey smirked. And then he giggled again, before dipping down to kiss Mikey. He'd fucked the twink another two times and only now were they finally winding down for real.

"I guess you could say I learned a lot at cAMP ONE summer..." he flirtily replied, then cleared his throat. "Huh. That's weird. First time my voice has CRACked in a while..." The jock cleared his throat again.

Mikey was smirking back up at the jock as the two stood closely. The blond twink was idly drawing a circle with one of his fingers around one of Joe's nipples. "Weird! But...I'm sure it will sort itself out very soon, babe." The twink then gave Joe a pat on the ass. "In the meantime...since you've stolen my speedo, why don't you run along and get me my clothes from my locker, huh, doll? It's not locked, number 33."

Joe watched as Mikey's eyes roved down and over his body. After their last fuck, Joe had initiated a game of keep-away with the twink's hot pink speedo. Eventually, he'd pulled on Mikey's speedo and dared the blond to take it away. Mikey had relented at that point, but mostly because he was laughing so much at how ridiculous the jock looked in his speedo. His ass cheeks were hanging out in the back and the pouch was way too small. Even after cramming his dick into the pink material, the tip was still poking out of the top.

"Like, sure thing, babe!" Joe chirped, then paused and blinked. "Uhh...I mean, sure thing, Mikey. Give me just a sec."

Sauntering out of the shower room, Joe found that it was only a short walk to locker #33. Yanking it open, Joe grabbed the shorts and tank top inside and was about to close the locker when his eyes caught on something that had been under the clothes. Joe opened the locker back up.

Shoved all the way into the back of the locker was a phone...presumably Mikey's.

Joe hesitated. Tentatively, he activated the touchscreen and was shocked to see the screen light up as the home screen appeared.

"Shit...no passcode or anything? C'mon, Mikey..." Joe muttered, then hesitated again. Looking quickly back to shower room, with his curiosity getting the better of him, Mikey tapped on the Photos app.

"Hmm...cute..." Joe muttered, scrolling back through several of Mikey's recent photos. Most were selfies, though there were a few group shots of Mikey with a few other twinks Joe recognized from around the pool. Joe nearly gasped when he saw a picture of himself appear. He was standing poolside, looking glumly out into the distance. "Shit, a creep shot? When did that little fucker take this?" Joe mumbled, though he was grinning despite himself.

Backing out of the Photos app, Joe nearly set the phone back into the locker, but suddenly, the Instagram app caught Joe's eyes. Thinking that he'd already gone this far, Joe went ahead and opened it. "Mike Bailey...?" Joe said aloud, his brow furrowing at the choice of user name. He'd never asked for Mikey's last name, he suddenly realized, but he'd also never heard the twink refer to himself as Mike before. Curious, Joe tabbed over to the profile page and scrolled down to Mikey's most recent pic.

And then, all at once, Joe's blood ran cold. Staring back up at him from the screen was someone who didn't look like Mikey at all. This guy was buff, built pretty similarly to Joe. Though as Joe kept looking at the pic, he couldn't help but feel that there was something about this guy's face that was similar to Mikey's.

The blond jock in the photo was smiling cockily into his mirror as he posed in an orange speedo that showed off his decently sized cock. Feeling the cold seeped further into his veins, Joe scrolled down to check the picture's caption:

BaileyBro69 All ready to work as a lifeguard this summer!! Gonna score some hot chicks, no doubt! 😎

Joe kept staring down at the picture. There's no way. No way this could be Mikey. And yet...Joe's eyes drew upward to the phone the blond jock was holding when he took the picture. Then he turned the phone in his hand over to look at the back.

No question about it - they were the same phone. Which meant...

"Joey?" Mikey's voice called out from the shower room, "Somesing wrong...?" Joe tensed up.

And just like that, the spell was broken.

A moment later, the blond twink poked his head out from the shower room. "Joey..?" the twink called.

But Joe was gone.

Thursday:

Joe was curled up along the floor in the showers of the locker rooms, sitting nearly in a fetal position.

"Why the fuck did I come back...?" he whispered to himself.

After fleeing the pool yesterday, Joe had ran home to his apartment, intent on telling Dylan to fuck off and that he wasn't coming back to this fucking fag pool. He'd even texted Dylan that much, though his friend never responded to him. He didn't want to check his friend's socials. After yesterday, he...was afraid of what he might see.

And then there had been everything else. Little things Joe was noticing about himself that...worried him. The way he'd gone through his closet last night, suddenly feeling disgusted with all of the hoodies and workout clothes he owned. The way he'd walked to his apartment door to pick up his Postmates order, noticing halfway there how he'd been swinging his hips and holding his wrists out like limp noodles. The way he'd tried to jerk off to girls on a porn site last night...but every time he closed his eyes, he saw that fucking fag, Mikey.

The way that his voice was still cracking, even more than yesterday.

Then, this morning, almost like he was moving on autopilot, he got up. He pulled on Mikey's disgusting pink speedo - it was the only one he had now. For some reason, he hadn't been able to throw it out yesterday. And then...he'd come into the pool, straight into the locker rooms, where he'd been ever since. Try as he might to will himself to leave, it was like Joe was rooted to the spot.

Waiting...for something.

"Joey...?" a voiced called and Joe looked up to see Mikey sashaying toward him. Missing his trademark pink speedo, today Mikey was wearing an orange one that was stretched tightly over his ass, yet baggy in the front.

Joe chuckled in spite of himself. As if he needed any more proof at this point.

"Stay...the fuck away..." Joe muttered, making the twink pause in his advance. "I...don't fuckin' know how...but I know there's something fucked up about this place...shit..." Joe was breathing heavily now. Maybe it was from the hit of adrenaline that shot through him when Mikey appeared...but at the same time, Joe couldn't deny it. Each second Mikey was near him, Joe felt himself growing hornier for the little fag.

Mikey sighed.

"And we were making such progress, Joey!" the twink pouted.

"Find...someONE ELSE...to be your fucking...swim teacher..." Joe growled, though he was undercut by the unfortunate timing of his voice cracking again.

Now, Mikey giggled. "Oh, Joey..." Mikey smiled sweetly, "That's not the progress I'm taking about, sweety!" The blond twink giggled again. "Like, I already know how to swim, you big dummy! But I'm sure you know that now...I mean, I used to have your job and everything!"

Joe eyed the twink warily. "What...the hell HAPpened to you..?" he asked, reaching down to palm his cock. Fuck...he was getting hard.

"You know, I'm fuzzy on the details..." Mikey said, tapping his chin with an index finger, "All I remember is that I was so excited starting this job! I thought I was going to get to fuck alllll the girls!" Mikey scowled and made a gagging sound.

"Gross, right? But then...I met AJ..." Mikey trailed off, blushing, "He was a fag...but like, I dunno! He just drove me wild!" Mikey giggled. "I remember feeling sad, though..." Mikey paused, looking dejected for a moment. "AJ was so cute and I was so big and bulky...I wanted to be cute just like him!" Mikey brightened. And then we were fooling around one day...and poof! Like, my wish was totally granted!"

"That doesn't MAKe any FUCking sense!" Joe yelled. He was starting to get pissed off but was still rooted to the floor.

"Like, chill, Joey!" a new voice suddenly chimed in, "Maybe there's something in the water? Or maybe it's just the universe's way of getting rid of you dumb, useless jocks!"

Grinning, Mikey turned and Joe followed his gaze to see two other twinks walking up: a smirking redhead and a brown-haired twink who was carrying a volleyball and eyeing Joe intently.

A,Joe narrowed his eyes. Something about these fags were familiar to him...

"AJ!" Mikey squealed and latched onto the redheaded twink, "Babe, it's been a minute...we need to catch up!"

"We sure do, you little slut!" the new twink, AJ, teased Mikey, "I see you've been busy...but what the heck, babe? You didn't finish the job...sooooo, we've come to help you out!" AJ turned to smirk at Joe.

"AJ..." Joe muttered. Then his eyes widened. "You...you're THAt fucKIN' fag that was FOLLowing Dylan around! What the FUCK did you do to him?!"

AJ gigled. "See for yourself!" he laughed, raising a limp wrist toward the other new twink, whose eyes were glued to the floor. Joe turned to look at the brunet, his eyes widening. Fuck, no, it couldn't be...

But it was. It was Dylan...or what was left of him, anyway. His friend looked about 5 years younger and all the muscle he'd gained over the years from hitting the gym had melted away. The former jock had gotten about a foot shorter and his dick...shit. The newly minted twink's dick, if he even still had one, had been reduced to a tiny mound bulging in his red speedo. Fuckin' micropenis it was now or some shit. Joe winced as he noticed this. His friend had always been so proud of his 8-incher.

"Dill is for sure one horny little guy, I can tell you that!" AJ quipped, as he moved to lean on Joe. "Bitch started making moves on my sister and I just couldn't stand for that!" AJ winked down at Joe. "Really didn't take much convincing, though, for him to decide to screw me instead!"

Mikey and AJ erupted into a fit of giggles on either side of Dylan - or Dill, now - who was staying quiet and still looking down at the floor.

"Fuck, he had such a big cock, too..." AJ chirped, before reaching down to grope Dill's tiny dick through his speedo, "I will miss that about you, Dill! But other than that, such an improvement!"

Dill moaned as AJ continued fondling his cock and soon DIll's tiny hard-on was tenting the front of his speedo.

"Fuck, FUCk, fuck..." Joe muttered, the panic starting to set in. "DYlan...fuck, bro! I fuckING told you! We NEVer should've stayed here, DUDe! But we did and NOw you're a...a..."

"I'm a fucking fag, Joey!" Joe's friend suddenly shouted, looking up for the first time to glower down at the jock, "...And btw? It's Dill now, babe. And one thing I am NOT going to do today ith have you look down at me after your little fuckfest with Mikey?" Dill puffed out his waif-life chest and smirked, "Not as thtraight ath you thought, huh?"

"Shit...no, I...I'm not a fag..." The jock mumbled unconvincingly.

In response, Dill only leaned down and bent Joe's knees open so that all present had a full view of the jock's crotch. Just a couple of minutes around these twinks and he'd already sprung up to full-mast. His big dick was tenting Mikey's tiny pink speedo nearly to bursting. "Don't...please, DYLan...bro, you don't HAVe to do this," he pleaded, noticing the hungry look that had appeared in his friend's eyes when he'd caught sight of Joe's meat.

"Do what..?" Dill asked, feigning innocence. He reached down with one hand and fished Joe's cock out of the speedo. He stroked the cock once, twice...then gave it a playful little slap, giggling as it bounced back and forth. "Oh, this...?"

"Mmm...!" Joe moaned and without thinking, opened his legs wider, giving the twink easier access to his package.

"Or oh, maybe this?" Dill quipped again and this time he crawled down onto the floor, sidling right up to Joe's cock with his face. The twink winked at Joe before proceeding to work the jock's cock over with one lazy lick, from the base to the tip.

"Shit..!" Joe gasped. Fuck. He'd NEVER felt this horny before in his life. But these fucking twinks had him panting like he'd just ran a fucking marathon.

"Now, that's enough of that, Dill!" AJ chimed in suddenly, kneeling down to place a hand on Dill's shoulder. The redheaded twink was smirking at Joe. "You heard your 'bro'...he doesn't wanna play with us. We might as well head back to the pool..."

Joe's breath hitched. He eyed AJ warily. Would they really let him go..?

"Aww..." Dill bemoaned. The brown-haired twink gave Joe's dick a playful smooch before standing back up. "I really wanted a better taste, too..."

"You...you're not going to turn me into a fag..?" Joe asked weakly.

"Thilly Joey..." AJ giggled before smiling sweetly down at Joe. "Don't you get it? You're already a fag, thweetheart."

Then the three twinks turned to sashay away. Joe's eyes were drawn to their asses, their plump cheeks swaying back and forth as they walked away.

And then, just as they'd nearly gone...that was when Joe nearly fucking erupted with need.

"W-wait!" Joe yelled, causing the twinks to pause and turn back. Fuck. What was he doing? "You...you can't LEAve me like this!"

"Fuck me..." Joe groaned, briefly covering his face with his hands, "FUCK me, you're fucking RIGht, okay?! I...fuck! I've NEVer been this fuckiNG hard! You're right! OKay?! You win...I'm a fucking fag!"

Joe's eyes widened and he reached a hand up to clutch at his throat. His voice had been cracking like hell, but as he'd said that last part, it had stopped...but only after violently ratcheting up in pitch.

"Wha..." Joe chirped in his new, higher voice, massaging his throat briefly before refocusing on the twinks. All three were grinning at him with Cheshire grins. "Ahh...fuck it! Get over here, you sluts!" The jock giggled, happy his voice was no longer cracking.

Wasting no time, Dill sprang into action. The twink nearly dove onto the floor to reclaim his space between Joe's legs. "Mmm," Joe moaned at the feeling of Dill's soft lips enveloping his cock, "Fuck, Dill..."

As Dill worked Joe's cock over with his mouth, the jock started to run his hands over his thick chest, tweaking his nipples. Idly, Joe had the idea of twisting Dill around and fucking him...but oddly enough, he didn't find the idea very appealing.

"Aww, looks like Joey's finally learning to be thubmithive!" Mikey lisped. After Dill had started sucking on his meat, he'd almost forgot about these other two. By the look of things, though, they were getting ready to join in on the fun. Both twinks had stripped out of their speedos and were lightly jerking themselves, working themselves up to hard. Like Mikey, AJ had a smooth crotch and looked to be lucky if he was 3 inches hard.

"Heya, booooys~" Joe smiled flirtatiously and reached his arms out to the two masturbating twinks, "Why don't you come lemme have a taste?"

Mikey and AJ obliged, moving in close and standing on either side of Dill, still slurping away between Joe's legs. Positioned as they were, their tiny dicks were just about eye level with Joe, who'd begun eyeing them greedily. Like a starving person, the jock suddenly lunged forward with his head and swallowed Mikey's cock with his mouth.

"Mmm...!" Mikey moaned, swinging his hips forward slightly to give Joe better access, "Like...you're really good at this, Joey!" Not missing a beat, Joe swung his head round and started eagerly licking on AJ's dick.

"Hehe..!" the redheaded twink panted as he smirked down at the jock, "Looks like...you're a natural born cocksucker, Joey!" Both AJ and Mikey giggled, but Joe hardly heard them. He was focused on working himself into a rhythm. He'd tongue AJ's cock for a few seconds, then switch to Mikey's...then back to AJ's and so forth. He used his arms to bring the two twinks in even closer and reached back to play with their plump bottoms as his tongue continued to dart back and forth. All the while, Dill kept working Joe over down below.

Just when Joe felt like he was getting really into it, he felt Mikey's cock give a sudden twitch. The jock didn't know how he knew to do this, but suddenly he stopped blowing the twinks and opened his mouth in anticipation.

"Hnngh..." Mikey moaned and gave his dick one or two final jerks before he blew his load all over Joe, shooting rope after rope of come onto the jock's face, into his open mouth, and also down onto his chest and stomach.

"Mmm...so good..." Joe said, licking his lips and relishing the taste of Mikey's come. It was almost sweet, like vanilla or whipped cream. As he savored Mikey's flavor, Joe rubbed the goo that had landed on his chest into his skin like a lotion.

And that's when the changes started to come hard and fast!

FLOOMPH!

Joe nearly gasped at the sudden sensation as his pecs pulsed and drew inward. Their heft seemingly teleported to his ass, which Joe felt surge outwards. Staring down at his stomach in growing horror as his abs popped out of existence one by one, replaced

"Wh-what happened to my pecsth?!" Joe squeeked, grasping at his chest, searching desperately for any trace of muscle.

"Silly Joey..." AJ managed a giggle between pants, as he, too, jerked himself to a near climax, "Twinks don't need pecs! They need...big butts...and...agh!" With that the redheaded twink came, shooting ropes of come onto Joey just like his blond companion had done. And despite his shock, Joe found himself eagerly opening his mouth again.

'Mmm...' Joe thought to himself as he gulped down AJ's seed, his eyes closing in bliss. Strawberry flavor this time.

SHUMPH!

Again, that sudden sensation of drawing inward, except this time Joe felt...smaller. He opened his eyes to see Mikey and AJ smirking down at him, though weirdly the two twinks seemed further away. In an instant the jock had lost a foot of height. He hadn't realized it yet, but his broad shoulders had also drawn inward. Joe held one arm out in front of him, relieved to see that at least his arms hadn't changed.

FLOOMPH!

Or so he'd thought! Before his eyes, Joe saw his biceps deflate, leaving his outstretched arm nothing more than a twig.

"Mmm..." Joe moaned, feeling the mass from his arms relocate...settling this time into his thighs, which bulged out in proportion to his new ass.

"Nearly there now..." AJ chimed in, "You ready to bring him over, Dill?"

In response to AJ's question, Joe looked down toward Dill. His friend had been diligently blowing Joe this whole time, but AJ's question had made the brunet twink pause. As he pulled his mouth off Joe's dick, a part of Joe sighed in relief to see that his dick was unchanged, at his normal seven and a half inches.

"Y'know...he was kind of an ass to me earlier..." Dill mumbled, idly tapping Joe's dick back and forth with his index finger. Suddenly, the twink smirked. "I kinda wanna make him work for it!"

"What...the fuck? What does that mean?" Joe squeaked. Just being around the three twinks was causing his cock to ache with need.

"You got a hand," Dill giggled and winked at his friend, "Use it!"

"But know this, Joey..." AJ interjected ominously, "Once you come...there won't be any coming back for you!"

Joe gave the three twinks a dumbfounded look for a moment. Then he chuckled darkly. "I...I'm not a fag..." Joe mumbled, but found himself reaching down and wrapping a hand round his dick despite himself. His dick felt so big...even more so now that his hands were small and feminine. Slowly, but with growing intensity, Joe started to jerk himself.

"...not a fag..." Joe mumbled. He tried to imagine some girls sucking him off, but his mind kept going back to Dill and the image of the former jock encircling his cock with his plump lips. In his hand, his dick twitched...then shrank, drawing inward by around half an inch.

"...not a fag..." he mumbled again. Now he was thinking of Dill, as his friend used to be, broad-shouldered with a monster dick. And he thought of the old picture of Mikey, when he'd still been big and manly. In his mind, Joe saw himself getting spit-roasted by the two hunks, greedily devouring their big dicks from both ends. His own dick twitched again...and shrank again, this time by a full inch.

"...not...a fag..." Joe mumbled yet again, between pants. He could feel himself getting close. Now he was remembering Allie Reynolds, the head cheerleader from his high school days, how he'd felt up her tits before railing her the night of the regional championship game...but wait, that's not right, is it? And just like that, Joe's memories were shifting. He still remembered that night, how Alex Reynolds, the quarterback, had been on the outs with his girlfriend after she's caught him cheating. He remembered the jock bending him over under the bleachers, desperate for a hole, and remembered himself all too willing to be of service. As all of Joe's heterosexual memories shifted into gay ones, his dick twitched and shrank yet again, this time by a whopping three inches.

"...not-" Joe started to mumbled again, before inhaling sharply, "Oh...oh, gawwwwd..!" Joe panted femininely, "I..I am thuch a FUCKING FAG!!" And then Joe was coming, thick ropes spiraling out of his now 3-inch dick. Like tigers, the three twinks quickly leapt down toward Joe's crotch, where they greedily slurped up his milky seed. As they did, Joe saw that they changed, too - or at least, Mikey and Dill did. As Mikey gobbled down Joe's come, the blond twink's thighs were growing ever so slightly. And Dill - Joe's friend had practically been a twig, but now his ass was growing, stretching out the rear of his red speedo.

The sight of his friend's growing ass sent Joe fully over the edge and he came one last rope before slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes. He felt completely spent. He imagined himself falling back into a fluffy, pink cloud. He felt...

"Feeling better, Joey?" a voice asked, and Joe could tell from the tone that the voice was smirking. AJ. Joe took a couple of deep breaths, still panting as he came off the high of his orgasm. "Joey?"

...

Joey opened his eyes, and giggled.

Friday:

"Fuck.." Dallas cursed to himself as he gave himself a quick rinse in one of the pool's outside showers. As he dud so, he adjusted his cock in the tight, green speedo that he had to wear for some fucking reason.

He hated the feeling of chlorine in his hair. But more than that, he was starting to hate this fucking pool! No one had told him that it was fag season at this pool. And why the fuck had they been so insistent he start on a Friday?

"All this shit better be worth it for 18 bucks an hour..." Dallas muttered. Suddenly, Dallas heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him and he turned to see a trio of fags smiling up at him, a redhead with a blond standing to his right and a brown-haired guy to his left.

"You're...the new lifeguard, right?" the redhead asked, cocking his head to the side. "O-M-G! Like, I'm so glad you're here! The last lifeguards quit all of a sudden! I'm so glad they were able to get someone here today so the pool could be open!" The redhead clasped his hands together before giggling, his two faggy friends following suit.

"Uhh, right..." Dallas muttered, trying to think of some reason to excuse himself. "Well, hard to pass up a job that pays this much, y'know?" 'Last guys probably got scared off by all the fags,' Dallas thought to himself, 'Can't say I blame 'em...'

"Oh!" the redhead twink exclaimed suddenly, "You'll need your whithle, though, if you're the lifeguard! I think they have a thpare in the locker room!"

"Uhh, cool!" Dallas replied, already starting to saunter off, "I better go grab that! Thanks!"

'Score,' Dallas thought to himself, smirking as he jogged off to the locker room, 'Fags gave me a reason to slip away!"

As he headed over to the locker room, though, Dallas couldn't help but feel...watched. So many fags at this pool and each time he passed one, they'd just...look up at him and giggle. It was starting to give him the fucking creeps.

And then, Dallas wasn't sure why, but just as he was about to head into the locker room, he turned and looked back toward where he'd come from, near the opposite side of the pool.

The three twinks from before were still standing right where Dallas had left them. All three were still looking at Dallas.

And they were smiling.

Feeling a shiver go down his spine, Dallas quickly ducked into the locker room. Inside, he leaned against the wall and ran his hands down his face.

"Y'know, what? Fuck this," he muttered, starting to head off to the locker where he'd stashed his clothes, "Something about this place...reeeally weird fuckin' vibes, man, I gotta-"

Joe turned the corner, stopping suddenly when he heard a gasp. Ahead of him, sitting a bench mid-selfie, was...another fag, blond with longish hair.

"Oh!" the twink exclaimed before standing up in a rush, "Thorry, am I in your way?"

"Uhh..." Dallas mumbled. For some reason, it was like he was rooted to the spot all of a sudden. He couldn't take his eyes off the twink in front of him. "Uh...I'm Dallas! I'm, uh...the new lifeguard." Dallas' eyes widened as he said that last bit. Why the fuck had he told this little fag his name?

"Oh, the new lifeguard!" the twink was beaming up at Dallas now, "Nith to meet you!" The twink's smile widened even further. "I'm Joey. Uh...I'm a bit embarrassed to ask, but...ith there any way you would be able to teach me how to thwim?"

Dallas was taken aback. By the little fag's audacity, but also by the look the twink was giving him. The twink was still smiling, but there was something behind his eyes...a hunger, almost.

"I-" Dallas began, but stopped short at the sudden feeling of his dick twitching to life in his speedo, "I..." the jock tried again, his voice wavering. He looked down, shocked and embarrassed to see his cock beginning to tent the green material of his speedo.

Across from him, Joey giggled.

"No worries, Dallas!" the twink chirped, walking up to link arms with the Dallas, "Happens to the best of us! I'm sure you'll feel much more...at ease after you've had a week at the pool!"

#twinkification #jock to twink #jock to twink tf #gay tf #straight to gay tf #muscle loss tf

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whysojiminimnida · 2 years

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Hi ! I hope you’re doing well and stupid anons have let you breathe a little.

I’m a dainty Kook enthusiast and I find it so sad that so many people in this fandom don’t accept this soft side of his just bc of his tattoos and big muscles. I feel like they want to “erase” this side of Jungkook when it’s literally a part of who he is it’s honestly frustrating. I don’t really know where this Fuckboy/Badboy image of Jungkook came from (lowkey y/n writers/fetishists I’m looking at you 😒) but people need to dial it down and stop trying to make Jungkook look like a douche. Big muscles and tattoos doesn’t equal badboy/manw**re.

Sorry for my rant lol. Have a nice day whysojiminimnida!

Sassy dainty Koo is my no-holds-barred 100% best boy FAVORITE.

Dainty Koo is a bit of a niche market. It's when Jungkook looks more traditionally feminine, often when posing or doing things in a more immature or innocent way. Think white lace, flowers, fuzzy pink things, lip gloss, makeup, anime girl poses. And it's a look he sometimes seems to go for on purpose, and sometimes not.

He just... looks like that sometimes. And it doesn't really matter what he's wearing.

Because Dainty Koo is not about muscles or tattoos. You can have all those things and still be a pretty pretty princess. And Jungkook melds the two in a way that many men haven't figured out how to do. They're so busy playing to type (whether that type is twink or princess or muscle pig or "manly" man) that they don't just... be themselves. None of us are one thing all the time.

I've said for ages that Y/N fanfiction is problematic for a number of reasons, and this is one of them. The cishet girl population tries to straighten a very wavy Jungkook to fit their fantasies. He has to be a top even in gay fanfiction, for many - because to them, top=masculine. I mean it's INCORRECT AND STUPID but there ya go. GENDER IS AN ARTIFICAL CONSTRUCT. LET PEOPLE LIVE.

Messy Dainty Koo is also stunningly lovely

I stan muscle bunny Koo and My Time Koo and and Baggy Baggy Boyfriend Koo, of course. But for my money Dainty Koo and his less-anime, slightly bitchier brother Sassy Gay Koo are my absolute most superior Koos.

Those aspects of Jungkook are right up there with Slytherin Jimin for me. I want to love them forever and feed them and do their damn laundry and watch them swan about the place. One reason that the Jeon-Parks work so well together is that they both have an innate ability to just BE without worrying so much about how stuff LOOKS.

No matter which side of him he shows us, it looks beautiful. I'm here for our pretty dainty masculine sexy innocent girlish boxer jock singer/dancer with the good shoes, no matter which shoes they are.

#thanks nice anon #sassy dainty koo is my favorite koo #dainty koo #sassy gay koo is one of my very favorite koos #jungkook #gender is a construct #just let people live omg #this is why y/n fanfiction is problematic

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 3 years

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XX ~ S.S (Part Two: Shut Up)

A/n: Haha I’m so fucking gay for this twink. Did I mention I love you anon? (Request from this prompt list)

Request: “...1, 7, and/or 46 for seb” by anon

Word Count: 3600+

MASTERLIST

~ Kiss to make them shut up ~

Whatever sweetness Y/n had sworn he had seen the morning after their night together, he had been dead wrong. Some part of Y/n's mind has thought maybe Sebastian would keep some of those soft edges and warmth and light that he had showed before - he had been wrong about that too. Very, very wrong.

Sebastian had not stopped flirting. He had picked up the pace instead, strutting around like he owned the place. He spoke over Y/n, even cutting him off completely sometimes. He shut Y/n's ideas down and broke down every suggestion or direction Y/n gave with a bunch of reasons why it was bad. He would then of course make his own suggestions. Over time he had slowly begun to grab inch by inch of control over the Warblers, to the point that most of them stopped respecting Y/n's authority.

Y/n had let it all side at first because he though Sebastian was just excited, or maybe just had some good ideas. But it became overbearing, and genuinely hurtful. It was like Y/n didn't matter at all. Not to Sebastian - not to any of the Warblers. It had been a little like this too when Blaine had first left and passed authority to Y/n. Blaine had been their power house, and his charisma and sass and head strong direction had been the backbone of the Warblers. Without him the boys pinwheeled out of control, and had even fought against Y/n at first. They thought that Y/n didn't deserve his place just because Blaine had said so. They were right. So Y/n had earned his place. He had clawed his way to the top, one by one earning his doubters' respect and showing that he was just as good a leader as Blaine was.

He had proved that he was actually even better. Everyone had their moment to shine these days. They had plenty of fun, showing everyone off at different times. It had stopped being the Blaine show when Blaine had left, and had become something even better. Bigger. Everyone was in more love with the Warblers than they'd ever been. They all loved Blaine, but him leaving had been the best thing to happen for them. They'd even calmed down a little. Accepted who they were and stepped up to the plate. They weren't so strict and awkward. They were more laid back without losing any sass or spark.

And now they were right back so the beginning.

It was like everything had been undone in three days. Sebastian was a lot more commanding than Y/n was, and a lot of the Warblers were only too happy to let someone take control of everything again like Blaine had. Y/n knew that their group was made up mostly of followers instead of leaders, but this was an entirely new level.

"Sebastian," Y/n snapped, turning sharply to face him.

Sebastian looked back evenly, smirking already. "Yes, Your Highness?" He purred. The newest game had been to post Y/n as some sort of tyrant recently. It took all of Y/n’s self control not to snap at just the name because of it.

Y/n swallowed, taking a deep breath in and out of his nose to steady his temper. Sebastian had, once again, completely ripped apart the idea Y/n had worked hours on the previous night. He had constructed the choreo with such care and now Sebastian was shredding it with pointed looks and sharp teeth pulled back into a shark's grin. Y/n had reached his limit. "I'm trying to lead this group and you're stepping on my toes." He rose an eyebrow. "Do you think you could do it better?"

Sebastian's smirk grew ten times. "I do. You don't agree?"

Y/n felt genuinely betrayed. "You don't want to lead this group Bas, you want to command it. You want to create a pyramid that you can stand at the top of."

"Not true," Sebastian disagreed.

Y/n scoffed. "Okay what choreo do YOU think we should do then?"

Sebastian shrugged as if he hadn't thought about it, even as the ideas danced in his eyes. "I don't know... Definitely going off of the usual formation-"

Y/n groaned. "So you want one person to be in the middle of everyone else, who moves behind and around them to make them front and center focus, and they do all the solos right?" Sebastian shrugged and Y/n's eyes narrowed. "Let me guess Sebastian, you think it should be you?"

"If everyone thinks that I'm best fit to do solos, then sure," Sebastian answered slyly.

Unable to help himself, Y/n rolled his eyes. "Okay well we did that with Blaine and it sucked. It was the Anderson Show and no one else got to have the spotlight and show off their talent - talent we HAVE. I mean, it really started with Uptown Girl. Do you remember the coordination between you, me, Nick and Thad? And since then we've only gotten better. When Trent and Jeff teamed up for that Katy Perry song? I mean we never would have known just how much a powerhouse Nick even was if we hadn't..." He trailed off, watching as half of the group seemed to be engaged in what he was saying... and half wasn't.

There was a distinct split, and the more Y/n thought about it, the more he realized there always had been. Nick, Trent, Thad and Jeff nodded, smiles on their faces as they thought back to how much better it had been with more opportunities for everyone. Most of the boys shook their heads though, hovering close to Sebastian. The same boys that had always been hesitant to take leadership, and had practically worshipped Blaine when he had been around. The same boys that had most argued when Y/n had taken the role of Captain.

Sebastian smiled, watching as the realization finally hit Y/n. More of the boys just wanted to be background. They wanted to be told what to do. They wanted to not have to think, or stand in front of people with all of the attention on them. And rather than voice that they didn't want to have a solo they had just pushed for Sebastian's power hungry ways instead.

"I think," Sebastian hummed slowly. "That a few of us don't agree with you, Y/n. They don't like the way you lead the Warblers."

Y/n stood to his full height. "Blaine left me in charge." But he, of course, knew that wouldn't work anymore. "If you don't agree with the decision, who exactly do you want to take charge instead?" Sebastian stood taller as Y/n had before, nonverbally answering the question. Y/n scoffed. "Are you challenging me, Smythe?"

"Yes I am," Sebastian answered smoothly, only slightly phased as the friendliness Y/n always had melted away. Y/n had been calling everyone by nicknames for ages. He had only ever called Sebastian 'Bas' except the very first few times they interacted. Now Y/n was cold, defensive. This position meant a lot to him. Not just because he liked the power or attention, like Sebastian, but because he cared about everyone having fun and enjoying themselves.

Y/n wasn't about to back down now. "Fine then. I challenge you to a duel in Warbler tradition. You want the spot, you have to earn it. You can do it your way, I'll do it mine."

Sebastian rose an eyebrow. "What so you're going to group perform with a bunch of your friends?"

Y/n crossed his arms over his chest. "We could go head to head on the same song via duet or sing two different songs. I'll let you pick."

There was no hesitation as Sebastian answered, "You and me Y/n. You know I like to have you to myself." He made a face, as if it was indeed a well known fact. A familiar exchange that usually would have had Y/n laughing and everyone exchanging looks now went unnoticed, falling on dead eyes and uncaring ears.

Y/n walked past him, could shouldering his flirt. "I have a song in mind. Are you prepared?"

"What song is it?" Sebastian asked carefully, turning so that he was facing Y/n in his new position.

"'No Excuses' by Meghan Trainor," Y/n answered. He smiled, and power radiated off of him. He had taken control of Sebastian's show, flawlessly and without effort. "I'm ready when you are."

Sebastian felt suddenly irritated and nodded to the people around him. Y/n smiled as the ones who liked the current standing of the Warblers moved toward their captain. The room had split in half - those who were behind Sebastian, and those that were around Y/n. Everyone but the main two began singing to start it off, but they had still made their stand points clear.

Y/n jumped in before Sebastian could start. "What you sipping on that got you talking crazy? Looking at me sideways, always coming at me. Why you, why you acting hard when you're just a baby - boy, I keep it real with you, but you're tryna play me." Y/n slid toward Sebastian, moving fluidly. Confidently. He smirked, skidding around Sebastian, going behind him and then ending up where he had started. "Have you lost your mind? Open up your eyes..."

Nick was close and when Y/n nodded at him, he sang, "Someone else-"

"You must have confused me, confused me with-" Y/n picked up.

"Someone else," Nick followed again.

"You must have confused me, confused me with-"

"Someone else," Nick sang again, this time with Y/n as well. They exchanged a smile.

Y/n turned his attention to the other boys, playing around like he was gossiping to his friends after a hard day. Like Sebastian wasn't even in the room. "There ain't no excuses, excuses, babe."

"Someone else." This time Y/n put one arm around Nick and one arm around Jeff, who both sang together instead. There was a flow in the group. An energy. A unity. They were instantly having fun, bouncing off of each other and moving together. They danced, shuffling around, and even without having to plan it they moved in sync - even if a few were a second or so off here and there. It was instant and very entertaining to watch.

Finally Y/n looked back at Sebastian, attitude and sass rolling off of him in waves as he finished the chorus with, "Your mama raised you better than that."

Sebastian was somehow both irritated and awestruck. He was entranced by Y/n, and it seemed to piss him off. When he began to sing it was with fire instead of the casual cockiness that he usually performed with. "What you sipping on that got you talking crazy? Looking at me sideways, always coming at me. Why you, why acting like you’ve never met a lady? I don't disrespect you, don't you disrespect me-" Y/n rolled his eyes and Sebastian's face twisted with anger. Anger. The playfulness seemed to have melted, but Y/n's smile was still strong.

"Have you lost your mind?" Y/n sang, cutting in without hesitation.

"Lost your mind," Sebastian echoed. He immediately picked up again with the next line though. "Open up your eyes."

"Open up your eyes," Y/n continued unphased, still seeming to be having the time of his life. It was contagious and when Y/n grabbed Sebastian's arm and pulled him closer as Y/n slid behind him again, Sebastian found himself following the flow of it. He turned, and they had switched places. Only to see that Y/n was doing the same steps he had before, encouraging the boys that had chosen Sebastian to dance with him. Even those who he should be mad at he was trying to encourage to have more fun.

It was no surprise when a few boys joined him.

"Someone else," Y/n sang out, lyrics mixing with his laughter.

"You must have confused me, confused me with-" Sebastian sang next, the song bouncing between them this time around instead of the other boys.

Y/n had no problem playing Sebastian's echo and continued to do so again. "Someone else," he finished, picking up the lyrics Sebastian had left open. They were facing each other now and Y/n moved around him, circling him. Watching him. Sizing him up. Not like how Sebastian did, but almost like he was trying to figure out how to get him to loosen up and just be the person Sebastian was when the two boys were alone.

Sebastian worked on a distraction, tugging Y/n's hand to pull him off balance. They ended up doing something reminiscent of a line dance, swinging around and ducking under arms and behind each other as they sang. "You must have confused me, confused me with-"

"Someone else." Y/n didn't fail, his laughter still very present in his singing.

"There ain't no excuses, excuses, babe," Sebastian continued.

Y/n grinned up at him as they finally slid close, shoulders touching as they stood side by side. They looked at each other and despite his efforts, Sebastian smiled. "Someone else." When Y/n said the words he was grinning so wide it almost hurt to look at. By getting Sebastian to smile, he had won, even if this didn't end up how he wanted it to.

"Your mama raised you better than that," the two boys sang together.

Y/n stepped sideways, hooking around so they were face to face again. They had ended up in switched places again, so that Sebastian stood amongst the people who had moved to Y/n, and Y/n stood in front of the people that had stepped up for Sebastian. Several of the people had left though, having slowly moved to Y/n's side, which was now temporarily Sebastian's side. Even the people who had originally been all for Sebastian's leadership took to dancing with Y/n, all of them grooving along to the beat and having fun as Y/n whooped and hollered. Someone even laughed.

Y/n had turned the competition into a game, and Sebastian could no longer remember what he had been so irritated about before.

"Cause your mama raised you better than that," Y/n and Sebastian sang together again. Y/n held out his hand and Sebastian took it. Y/n pulled him close before spinning and then pulling back so they were both once again where they had started at the beginning of the song.

"That's what I said!" Trent cheered.

"Cause your mama raised you better than that," Nick followed up, with Y/n's encouragement.

Sebastian stepped forward, eyes trained on Y/n. "Have you lost your mind?"

Y/n didn't hesitate to throw back, "Open up your eyes." He hesitated before yelling the, "Huh!" along with the song. It was genuinely so adorable there was a part of Sebastian that wanted to throttle the stupid boy in front of him.

Ah, there was that anger and annoyance he had been missing.

"You must have confused me, confused me with-" Sebastian continued anyway, ignoring his feelings for now.

"Someone else!" Y/n exclaimed, almost yelling he was so hyped.

"You must have confused me, confused me-" Sebastian started again.

"Someone else!" Y/n finished faithfully.

Sebastian rolled his eyes affectionately at the dork in front of him. "There ain't no excuses, excuses."

"Someone else." Y/n slid closer, his shoulders bobbing back and forth as he leaned closer slightly, then away again.

"Your mama raised you better than that." Sebastian mirrored the movements so they moved in sync. It was so symmetrical and balanced it looked almost practiced. "You must have confused me, confused me-"

"Your mama raised you better than that!"

"There ain't no excuses, excuses, babe-"

"Your mama raised you better than that." The line finished on Y/n, and the song ended with them nearly chest to chest. For a second there was only the sound of breathing as they all caught their breath. It hadn't been especially exhausting choreo, but with all the laughing and sliding around, Y/n and Sebastian at the very least were struggling just a little.

As if sensing Y/n's reluctance to take control again, Trent stepped forward. "All in favor of Sebastian taking Y/n's place as team leader?"

All of the boys that had gotten into Y/n's game and had been having fun, now remembered why this had all started. Their shoulders sagged. There was a deep reluctance to even the most stubborn of the ones that had followed Sebastian's plan as they, one by one, raised their hands. It wasn't unanimous, but it well outnumbered those who weren't for it. Which meant...

Sebastian smirked. He had finally knocked himself out of Y/n's spell too. His hands slid into his blazer pockets as he stood tall, cocky and smirking once again. "The people have spoken."

And so they had.

A week. Y/n could last through a week of the Sebastian show before he finally gave up. When Sebastian began to talk about doing a Michael Jackson song for the upcoming competition, Y/n had finally had enough. Everyone knew that New Directions did a Michael Jackson that week and cutting in on that way low and sleazy.

When Y/n didn't show up to rehearsal, Sebastian was surprised. But then more and more people stopped showing up too, and he knew something was up. First it started with Trent, and then Nick. Then it was all of the people who so faithfully followed Y/n's leadership as they had once followed Blaine's. Even more so maybe, as they much preferred Y/n's way of doing things.

When word passed around of an acapella group performance Sebastian knew the Warblers were not doing, he knew immediately what was up. He raced to the main room, watching with stunned silence as Y/n stood with the boys that had been bailing on practice. They were singing 'Viva La Vida' by Coldplay, and even with the slower music they were still having fun. They moved smoothly, bouncing between a few of them. Jeff seemed to be primarily leading this one, with help from a boy named Evan. A face Sebastian knew but not one he knew very well. Y/n was in the background, playing support.

Sebastian moved to someone who seemed to be especially engaged. "What is this?"

"Dalton's new acapella group," the kid answered with a grin on her face. "They call themselves Noteworthy." She scoffed, amused. "Fitting. They're amazing."

You know, Sebastian did deserve some credit. He did at least wait until after school to corner Y/n. "Dalton's new acapella group?"

Y/n only sighed. "Yes, Bas. Northworthy. Catchy name, yeah?"

That seemed to only piss Sebastian off more. "You're already part of an acapella group, Y/n."

Stopping short, Y/n turned to face Sebastian. "I told you that I didn't want to be part of the Sebastian show, that I already went through that with Blaine. But you and a lot of the others made it clear that's what you DO want. If they didn't want to have a solo or be front and stage they should have just SAID, instead going behind my back and plotting against me like a bunch of assholes. You guys don't communicate, you manipulate, and I don't want to be apart of that. Neither do any of the other Noteworthies. We want to be equal."

Sebastian swallowed. "Okay well if that's what you really want, I can-"

"No," Y/n snapped, interrupting him. "I earned my spot fair and square, and I cared about the Warblers and you all just..." He shook his head, cutting himself off. For the first time Sebastian realized how genuinely upset the boy in front of him was. "But don't worry-“ Y/n scoffed, brushing off the roiling emotions that had almost slipped. “I got the message. They want someone to push them around, you'll be great at that. The Warblers used to be like a brotherhood, man. We were close and we talked and listened to each other and yeah Blaine was the most important voice and they were all idiots who needed direction, but we were at least classy when we had issues! You just-"

A weird expression crossed over Sebastian's face and he suddenly launched forward, grabbing Y/n by the back of the neck and smashing their lips together. He had expected to be pushed away, maybe accidentally make Y/n more angry with the stupid thing he'd done because he'd panicked, but that's not what happened at all. Y/n's hands stilled from where they had been moving before, along with his words. They slowly drifted to Sebastian's chest, just to grab his blazer and pulled him closer. He kissed Sebastian back fiercely, and Sebastian was stunned to feel himself be knocked breathless.

When they parted, Y/n rose an eyebrow. "Don't leave the group," Sebastian pleaded. "I just... we were having fun, weren't we?" He was smirking again, still trying to take control so the game would bend in his favor like it always did. "We won't get to duet all the time if you leave." At first it had been fun to test Y/n's patience and take leadership of the Warblers, but now that Y/n was leaving the most important piece was tapping out. It was like the worst kind of checkmate.

Y/n just sighed. "We can still have friendly battles between the Noteworthies and the Warblers," he reassured, surprised at how upset Sebastian seemed to be. "It'll be fine, Bas, don't worry. And you'll see in the end, it was for the best. Now those who want group participation can have it, and those that don't, won't." He rested his hand against Sebastian's cheek a second before turning away and beginning to walk again. "I'll uh... walk home today." He waved and then dipped out the front door of the school, leaving Sebastian standing there feeling very stupid and wondering how it had all gone so wrong, so fast.

Y/n was the only person who was fun to go back and forth with. The only person who could keep up with Sebastian and return each and every shred of energy while also keeping it fun and playful. Y/n was the only person who understood how Sebastian saw the world, and had no problem playing along. He made things...

Sebastian couldn't think of a good enough word to explain how good Y/n made him feel, but there was a question that did it: What was the point of doing anything if Y/n wasn't there to do it with him? It was boring, and dull and Sebastian hated it.

Hold on, did Sebastian ACTUALLY like this guy? Since when did he actually like anyone, let alone some annoying kid who always out-maneuvered him? Who always took control and did what was best for everyone instead of what was most interesting or tension building? Y/n was a nightmare! With... a warm gaze and a soft touch and a bright smile. With soft lips and messy hair and contagious laughter and a heart of gold - a fact that didn’t waver even as he challenged and faced down and stood up for what he cared about. Wait... what? What had Sebastian been saying? It had been about how terrible Y/n was. Or, no, that wasn’t right.

Shit.

What the hell had that boy done to him?

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