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52,54,32, and 37 on the prompt list with melissa schemmenti pls😩🙏🏼

Mommy Knows Best ~Dark!Mommy!Melissa Schemmenti xFem CollegeStudent!Reader

Summary— Reader has been best friends with Melissa’s daughter, Abigail Schemmenti, and she has always butted head with Melissa… One fateful holiday break changes it all. Anon Response— Hi hi anon!! Thank you for the request! Absolutely. This went a little dark, but also a good amount of smut. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

#52. “Fuck… Mommy! … Oh my, I’m so sorry, it just… slipped out…?”

#54. “You can call me Mommy/Daddy if you want too…”

#32. Enemies to lovers troupe

#37. Best Friend’s Mom Troupe

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, heavy smut, dark fic, fingering, strap-on riding, age gap (all legal), enemies to lovers, best friends mom, degradation, praise, smutty smut, mommy kink, degradation kink, praise kink, overstimulation, overstimulation kink, teasing, taunting, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

“Hey An’ you gonna keep that door open, right Abigail??” Your best friend’s mother shouted from the kitchen.

You rolled your eyes lightly at Melissa’s, as she insisted you call her, comment, as Abi, your bff, yelled back at her mother.

“Ughhhh Mooooooom, I’m not in high school anymore!!” Abigail yelled from her bedroom on the ground floor, “And I’m not even gay!!!”

“Doesn’t matta’!!! I am your mother, Abigail Ruth Schemmenti, and you will leave that door open!!” Melissa’s thick accent boomed through the house.

Now it was Abigail’s turn to roll her eyes, as you looked at her in apology for what she had to deal with.

“Fineeeee!!” Your best friend shrieked back, leaving the door to her bedroom ajar, before turning her attention back to you.

“It’s not like I would do anything anyway…” you grumbled in annoyance, from the edge of Abi’s childhood bed, “I don’t like you like that…”

Abigail came to sit on the edge next to, leaving against the headboard as she rolled her eyes once more.

“I know, my mom, she’s just… ughhhhh!!” Abigail groaned, squeezing her fists together dramatically in the air.

“Yea…” you chuckled, “At least you don’t have to see her much anymore… well except holidays and breaks…” you comforted her.

Abigail sighed.

“That’s true… Anyways, to you…” she said, quickly changing the topic to something more upbeat and less tension filled,

“You still banging that hot redhead…?” Abigail said in a low tone, while wiggling her eyebrows.

You looked away in awkwardness, clearly not wanting to discuss that subject. You and Abi had been friends since middle school, so she knew your cues. And Abigail immediately understood that she had touched upon a sore subject.

“No, it’s fine… It just… didn’t work out…” you muttered.

“Hey, it’s okay…” Abi comforted you, coming forward to grab your left hand on the bed, but you pulled away, so she retracted, leaning back against the headboard.

You finally looked over to your bff after a moment in sadness and embarrassment.

“Sorry…”

“Don’t be. You’re my best friend. When you’re ready to talk about it, I know you will…” She reassured you.

You gulped and then nodded. Abigail then met your gaze with a mischievous smirk, before proceeding to throw a pillow at you. The fluffy square hit you right in the face, making you yelp and look at your bff in mock shock.

“Hey!!” You exclaimed, then throwing it back, but missing terribly.

Abigail was laughing, and soon you were as well. Her laugh was always so infectious. Your best friend always knew how to make you feel better. After you had both caught your breath, you spoke,

“So, how’s college for you?” You asked.

While you she chosen to stay in Phili for college, Abigail had gone to Chicago. It was the ultimate betrayal against her mother, and you knew that Abigail needed an out. You always looked forward to holidays and breaks, because that meant that you would get to see your best friend again.

“Don’t tell my mom… but it’s so freakin’ nice…” Abigail sighed with a little giggle, leaning in close so that only you would catch her confession, “And… I met a guy…”

Your eyes widened and you smiled wide. Your eyes lit up, you were truly excited for your best friend. You smacked your best friend’s foot playfully.

“Alright!! Let’s go, Abi!!!” You exclaimed in a low whisper.

Abigail went a little red and giggled even more. She was about to delve into more detail about this new mystery man, before Melissa came into the doorway of Abigail’s room.

“Abigail, Momma needs some mozz and a couple other things for her lasagna tonight… Run to the Italian bistro that Uncle Joe runs and pick some up fresh for me?” Melissa spoke leaning against the doorframe, asking it like a question, when it really was an order.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Abigail couldn’t say no to her mother, especially in person. Abigail immediately agreed, and Melissa was quick to flash a fake smile and hand her daughter a list of a dozen things that would take Abi at least and an hour and a half to acquire.

“I’ll go with…” you mumbled, as Abigail got ready to leave.

Standing up and grabbing your coat from the nearby chair, you went to walk past Melissa and follow Abigail, but Melissa grabbed your arm, halting you in place.

“Stay.” She purred, flashing another one of those sickening smiles.

Your stomache flipped upside down, and your eyes widened. Abigail was at the other end of the hall, towards the living room, grabbing her keys and turning back towards you.

“You coming?” Your best friend asked.

You gulped, looking from your bff to Melissa, then back to Abigail.

“I… Actually I think I’ll stay… Help M-Melissa with all the cooking…” you stammered.

Abigail looked at your quizzically, but Melissa was swift to turn on her heels, now facing her daughter.

“No worries right, you can handle it alone, can’t you Abigail…?” Melissa cooed, batting her eyelashes at her impressionable daughter.

Abigail stammered a yes before promptly leaving out the front door. You gulped and just stood there, a little awkward. Melissa after a second then turned back to you.

“Why don’t you help me in the kitchen, hmmm babe…?” Melissa cooed sweetly.

Shivers went through your spine and the lump in your throat became apparent at the pet name, and you just stared at the woman, frozen in the moment. Then linking her arm in yours, Melissa guided you to kitchen before you could even respond.

She let you go at the kitchen island, leaving you there as her hips swayed to the liquor cabinet. She reached up and opened the cabinet, then twisted her gaze to you, a certain glimmer in her eye.

“You drink, ‘Hun…?” Melissa coyly asked, “I assume you do by the way my liquor cabinet was always raided, and Abi is such a good girl, she would never drink unless influenced by someone like you…”

Your mouth stood open as you stood frozen once more at the kitchen island counter. Melissa chuckled, pulling you back into reality and registering the dig that your best friend’s mom had just made to you. You gritted your teeth and stared daggers into the woman as her back was turned to as while she got two classes and some red wine.

She came to the other side of the counter, popping the wine cork and beginning to pour two glasses. Your heart was racing and you were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“I only drink on occasion…” you grumbled, answering Melissa’s question, “And you’d be surprised at what Abi does…”

Melissa flashed you a wicked smile and cocked her eyebrow, handing you the glass filled with the alcohol. You immediately took a sip or three to try and calm your nerves.

“Oh is that so…?” She hummed, coming around the island, wine glass in hand, and linking her free arm in yours once more,

“Why don’t you tell me all about that, and maybe I won’t bust you for being a minor consuming alcohol…” Melissa teased, as she guided you into the living room.

“S-she’s my best friend… I’m no snitch…” you breathed out, your heart pounding in your ears.

Melissa chuckled and guided you to the two person love seat in the living room, sitting down next to you, and taking a sip of her own wine. You followed suit, sipping more of the red, liquid courage. It tasted sweet and expensive.

“Touché… I knew there was something about you…” she purred.

Melissa held her glass with her left hand and placed her right on your left, exposed thigh. Your eyes widened and you looked at her hand. Sparks of electricity rushed through your entire body, all ending up in the same place, your throbbing core. You gulped, turning you attention to your glass and taking some more sips of alcohol.

“Back there I heard something about a certain redhead… Why don’t you tell me about that…?” Melissa hummed, that wicked smirk back on her face, with a tilt to her head.

Her fingers started to caress your thigh, and you weren’t sure whether you deeply regretted or thanked god that you had decided to wear a skirt today.

“I… I was seeing her… but… she cheated on me…” you stammered, looking at your wine glass as your swirled the red liquid in the glass.

“Poor Cucciolina…” Melissa purred, with an edge to her tone,

Her fingers worked their way further up your thigh, you felt your pussy clench around nothing. You felt the woman’s lips graze against your ear, making your breath hitch.

“I would never do that to you…” Melissa purred in the shell of your ear.

Your stomache was bursting with feelings, twists and butterflies and knots and rocks. Your lips parted as you let out an obviously desperate whimper. Melissa chuckled darkly in your ear. Then you felt her warm mouth on your neck. Your neck immediately craned back for her access, and you let out breathy groan as she sank her teeth into your skin.

At this point you knew you regretted nothing, the pleasure and intensity was all worth it. You knew it was probably wrong, that this was your best friend’s mom. And this woman drove you crazy… you hated how she treated your best friend. She was certainly never mom of the year.

But as her mouth wandered down your neck, you knew you needed more. Sucking, and licking, and biting, and marking all along your exposed, goose bumped skin, all logic and ideas of right and wrong were thrown out the window.

Melissa, it seemed, had already placed her glass aside on the side table, and as she sucked a bruise along your neck line, her hands followed your arms and proceeded to take the glass away from you. She pulled away momentarily, making you whimper and and try to lean into her touch, but Melissa was quick to put you back in your place.

“You take what you are given… Understand…?” Melissa purred warily, the hand on your thigh tightening and threatening to leave a mark.

You sucked in a breath, straightening your back as you swiftly nodded. The woman then eased her grip to your thigh and brought your glass up to your lips, pressing and tilting it into your mouth.

“Good. Now drink up…” She breathed out, smirking as you immediately complied.

You gulped the rest of the sweet yet tangy liquid down. Melissa then set the glass aside. As some of the excess wine dribbled down your chin and neck, Melissa leaned forward, her tongue expertly licking up all the dribbled wine from your exposed skin. Your pupils darkened and blew out at the sight, your heart faltering at how hot your best friend’s mom looked while licking up the red liquid from your skin. You shivered once more at the thought of how good her tongue would feel in other places…

Melissa read your reaction like a children’s picture book. She drank in your blown out pupils, erratic breathing, goosebumps, and much more to come… Her fingers now dipped into your inner thighs, her access stunted by your closed legs. They stopped moving, teasing, and it made you want to scream. Scream at the woman to keep going. Scream at her that she was insane. Scream that this was wrong. Scream and beg her to not stop. Scream out in many expletives how much her teasing was driving you crazy. But all that came out was a pathetic whimper.

“Awwwww… Are you conflicted, ‘hun…?” Melissa mockingly cooed, her voice dripping with taunts and lust, “Can’t decided whether you want me to hate you or fuck you…?” Her voice purred darkly and lustfully.

Jolts of pleasure and electricity erupted through your core at the woman’s tone, brashness, pet name, and use of an expletive. You bit your lip as you let out a breathy gasp. The combination of the alcohol and her teasing was making you dizzy.

You wanted… you didn’t know what… actually you did. But it was too difficult to admit it to yourself. For years, you had stuffed all your feelings down, you had reverted to others to fulfill your desires. All because it was too hard to accept your desires for your best friend’s mom.

Your desires for the redheaded woman. The desire to have an older, more experienced partner. Your want to be dominated and controlled by the woman that drove you crazy. Your want to throw logic and your best friend aside and kiss her. The woman who was overbearing and controlling to your best friend. The woman who you’d imagined late at night many times when your fingers worked skillfully in between your legs.

As if Melissa knew the exact thoughts racing through your mind, she interrupted,

“You know what I think…?” Melissa cooed wickedly, pushing your legs open slowly just enough to fit her hand in between your plush thighs,

You watched her fingers attentively, as your heart pounded in your head and beads of sweat ran down your face. Melissa proceeded to lick the bead of sweat off of your face and neck.

“I think that you try so desperately hard to hate me… I think you don’t like me because of Abigail… You think I’m a bad mother.” Melissa purred, as her fingers circled patterns deeper into your inner thigh going under your skirt,

Her other hand had put the empty wine glass aside, and was now tugging at your flimsy shirt. She tugged the sleeves down with ease, and cupped your bare breasts. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a breathy whimper, internally praising whatever higher power that you had decided to go braless that day.

“I think you project all of this for Abigail and for your own sanity… Because it’s easier to accept than the truth… The truth that keeps you up at night. I keep you up at night…” the older woman continued to lustfully cooe,

But your eyes shot open, your hips jolted forward, and you let out a pathetic mewl, as two of her digits finally ran up and down your clothed core, while simultaneously taking your left nipple in her mouth and twisting your bus with her teeth.

“AhhHhHhh—” you choked out in a mewl, desperate and quickly meeting Melissa’s gaze as she drank you in with a wicked smirk.

If she didn’t have you attention before, she definitely had it now…

“And the truth while you can’t stand the fact of it… is that you can’t help how your body reacts to me… craves me… needs me…” Melissa darkly chuckled, her tone low and seductive by the end.

Your head was swimming and you don’t even remember when it started, but your hips were grinding against the ghost of the woman’s fingers. You let out a shuttering breath, whimpering and moaning as the redhead’s mouth started to mark up and tease your breasts. Her dark, lust glistening eyes met your desperate gaze.

“Say it, Cucciolina… Tell me I’m right. You know I am…” Melissa breathed out, while switching from one tit to the other.

“You—You’re right…” you stammered, panting, completely out of breath.

Melissa seemed to like that, because you quickly felt her two digits back on your core, sneaking around your panties, to find your semi-wet pussy.

“Mmmmm… you aren’t dripping… I’ll fix that.” She lustfully purred, growling the last part in her seductive, low tone.

Her fingers swiftly plunging into your core, your body immediately spasmed, her walls fluttering and clenching around her digits. Your hips stuttered to keep pace with her delicious assault against your cunt.

“Holy Fuck… Mommy!!…” you shrieked, your whole body exploding with pleasure as her fingers curled deep inside you over and over again.

Your eyes widened and your face went beet red at your words. Your hands were gripping the couch tight, so tight your knuckles were white. But that wasn’t your current concern…

“Oh my, I’m so s-sorry, it it just… slipped out…?” You stuttered, not able to meet the woman’s gaze in embarrassment.

But Melissa only smirked even more. Her thrusts and curls of her digits inside your pussy only intensified, fucking you faster and deeper. You groaned, really loud, as her fingers filled, stretched, and scissored your pussy.

“No apologies… you look real pretty, accepting who you really are…” Melissa cooed wickedly, “Look at me.”

Your eyes went wide and you turned your head back to the older woman. Her tongue was swirling around your right bud, and it made you cry out in pleasure once more. This only spurred the redhead on even more.

“Say my name, baby…” she commanded wickedly.

The squelching of her fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, combined with your sinful noises made the room reek of sex and lust. When you didn’t respond, a third digit slipped inside you, the older woman’s pace never faltering one bit.

“Oh Shit MOMMY!!!” You shrieked, her fingers stretching you out even further and your hands only tightening their grip on her couch.

Melissa hummed in delight, her other hand now replacing her mouth at your tits, while her mouth went to assault your pressure point. Your hips jerked up to grind against her hand, desperately seeking friction against your clit. Babbles and string of whimpers erupted from your throat, your mind now fully gone.

“So needy…” the older woman chuckled, continuing all her administrations with lust and intention, “You can call me Mommy if you want too…”

Her words sparked even more intense pleasure throughout your entire body, and you felt your hands start to wander, but your resisted the urge, part of you not being able to understand how this could have switched on such a dime. Part of you still hated her. So your hands stayed off of the woman. But your hips and the rest of your figure told a whole different story… and your moans and whimpers was all the confirmation that Melissa needed.

“Such a slutty girl for mommy, aren’t ya’…?” Melissa cooed lustfully.

The older woman pumped her digits into you with skill, precision, and speed. She watched you with intent gaze, seeing exactly what curl and thrust pattern made you moan and jolt and scream. Melissa was a quick learner, and the closer she pushed you to the edge, the better she learned the pleasures of your body.

“Oh baby… Are you gonna cum…? Need to cum for mommy so bad…?” Melissa taunted you with a dark chuckle.

Your eyes were screwed tight shut as you nodded vigorously. Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your orgasm crashed over you. Your hips stuttered in their rhythm of grinding into the redheads hand, but Melissa kept up her pace of fucking you through your climax. Even after you came down, the older woman didn’t stop. You squirmed in oversensitive pleasure as she didn’t relent.

“M-mommyyy please…!!” You whimpered, thrashing against her in the amount of intense pleasure you felt as she drove you to your next impending climax.

“Poor little slut… Can’t get enough of mommy…??” Melissa jeered lustfully.

Your hips stuttered as they rutted against her hand. The sounds of your pussy squelching rang in your head, pushing you only further to the edge. You felt like you were being suffocated, but in a deliciously dizzy way. Your mouth was open, your tongue out as you gasped for breaths in between each precise thrust of her digits.

Right as you were approaching your second orgasm however, Melissa pulled out of you. Your eyes flew wide open and your jaw dropped, followed by a desperate whimper. The older woman’s eyes sparkled and she had a wicked grin plastered on her face.

“Hush, baby.” Melissa purred, grabbing you and pulling you into her lap.

You gasped as you felt something in between her legs. You immediately began grinding down on her bulge, your breaths turning ragged and your hands on her shoulders for support.

“Mommy wants your next high to by on my cock…” Melissa hummed with a dark edge to her tone.

You looked up from your administrations and gulped. You nodded vigorously.

“Please” you whispered, “need it… need it so bad mommy…” while grinding roughly against the woman’s lap.

Melissa chuckled and had you undress all the way as well as helping her, so that in a couple minutes, you were back in her lap, naked and ready for mommy’s cock. Your hands came to the woman’s tits and chest, playing with her as she lined you up with her plastic dick.

With a low groan, you began to sink down onto the woman, all the way to the hilt of the strap. You let out a sinful whimper, feeling full but still unsatisfied. Melissa’s hands held your hips in a firm grip, and her back arched into your touch. She tantalizingly wiggled her hips below you, making the strap-on move slightly inside you. Another desperate whimper and then groan left your lips.

“What’s to stop mommy from just having you cockwarm my dick…?” Melissa cooed wickedly.

You quickly met the older woman’s merciless gaze, desperation and begging all over your face.

“No no mommy please…!! Need it, need it so bad… mmm give it to me mommy uhhhhhh…!!” You cried out, your grip on the redhead’s shoulder and chest tightening.

In response, Melissa rolled your and her hips together, pushing her dick up and into you in one fluid motion, before pulling it partially out as her hips came back down. Your mouth opened in a silent plea, as your body convulsed in pleasure, the ridges of the toy overstimulating your tight cunt.

“Like that, pretty whore…? What mommy to give you slow, hard thrusts until you’re destroyed…?” Melissa taunted you darkly and full of lustful intent.

Melissa then continued these extremely slow yet brutal thrusts, pumping the toy in and out of your aching pussy. You wanted to cry. You wanted to cum. Every thrust was just not enough stimulation for you to cum, the woman knew exactly what she was doing. You tried to beg, babbles of pleading erupting from your lips already after the second thrust and every one after that, begging her to go faster, to fuck you rough. But Melissa didn’t listen.

“You need to learn that we do things mommy’s way, little slut… If you’re good, I’ll let you cum… eventually…” Melissa reassured you, after the eleventh tortuously slow pump in and out of your cunt.

You’d lost any and all composure. All your babbling was incoherent now, and you had tears streaming down your face. But anytime Melissa asked you if it was too much or if you wanted to stop, you begged her to keep going, pleaded with the woman to not let you off easy. Melissa’s face washed over with pride every time you cried to her that you wanted desperately for her to continue.

“What do you want, baby…? You want mommy to make you cum right…?” Melissa wickedly purred into your ear, while continuing to fuck you dumb at a brutally slow pace.

You nodded lazily, too cock drunk to say anything but slurred words.

“Pleaseeeeeee mmmommmyy…” you whined.

“Cum for mommy, honey, I know you want to… know you need it…” Melissa purred lustfully.

With one finally thrust into your sobbing pussy, the tight coil wrapped around your entire body suddenly snapped. The most intense waves of euphoria you’d ever experienced crashed over you, and you rocked back and forth in Melissa’s lap, as the woman guided you to ride her dick faster as you came.

“That’s it, such a pretty whore for mommy…” the older woman breathed out.

After a few minutes, you’d fallen limp in the woman’s lap, her cock still buried deep inside you. Melissa chuckled at how you put up a whiny fight as she took you off her cock. You didn’t like the sudden emptiness she now left you with, you wanted to feel her all over you again. Wanted to feel full and owned again.

But Melissa stood up, walking into the kitchen to clean her strap-on, and when she eventually called you into the kitchen, she promptly cleaned you up, before going back to her cooking and acting as if nothing had happened.

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[drdemonprince]

I have always had a fantasy of having anonymous sex with a stranger but never acted on it because it seems too risky, and also I live somewhere there isn't a "scene" for kink or anything. Do you have any tips for how I could make that happen safely? Or even where to start looking because I wouldn't know.

If you fuck men, it's gonna be so easy. Just hop on Sniffies or Grindr or something, explain what you are into, and talk to people to arrange a hookup that's to your liking. You can tell a friend where you will be, or require some vetting of the person before you hook up until the circumstances are to your satisfaction. If you're not a man, don't worry, you can still use these apps. There's lots of women and nonbinary people on Grindr these days, and plenty of users looking for people like you.

I'll never give advice about how to guarantee safety because there is no such thing in this life, and I don't know what "safety" means to you. But someone knowing where you are, and potentially being nearby enough to intervene prevents a lot of problems. This is part of why gay male cruising spaces are so lovely -- it's far safer to get fucked by a random dude around a dozen other random dudes than it is to take a single guy you *think* you know into your home where nobody can hear you or see what is going on. The men who frequent cruising spaces want to maintain the space's existence and do look after each other, that's how they even came to arise. I can pretty much guarantee that if you have access to truck stops, public parks, parking garages, cemeteries, or the like, there is a cruising space near you -- check out Sniffies or Gays Cruising to figure out where, or google it for your area. Cruising spaces are predominately gay, though often trans inclusive, and there are some spaces where cis women show up too -- Banana Video and Cell Block here in Chicago are examples, your area might have a lot more than you might think.

The other way to set something like this up is to advertise yourself on Fetlife or some other app that's very explicitly sexual, like Feeld. You can create the sensation of a somewhat anonymous encounter by vetting a person online and then giving them a time and a place to be, and then carrying through with the act without speaking much, or by using a blindfold.

If you meant "safety" in terms of sexual wellness and health, well, that's where educating yourself about risk factors and deciding which risks you are comfortable with and which ones you are not come in. Again, there's no perfect safety, there are risks to every decision we make -- including deciding not to have the kind of sex that you want. Barriers, testing, vaccines, PreP, and the like are probably what you want to look into using in some combination, but ultimately the decision falls on you.

Have fun!

[sutjak]

Fight Club headcanons ↴

Narrator

Autism food kinda guy, chicken nuggies (unseasoned) and apple sauce

Puts random shit in his mouth and accidentally eats a lot of it

Prefers weed tbh (NO edibles)

Wears women's undergarments

Outwardly masc

New Jersey :(

Really likes muted colors, Tyler's clothes sometimes give him headaches

Has been institutionalized before for sure

Very gay (he doesn't know)

Definitely threatens suicide and will go through with it just to win arguments

Subby for Tyler but also emotionally manipulates him (they are equals and as bad as each other)

Pervert in an Edwardian type of way, very shameful

Has a special blankie at the house that he hides from his roommate

Libertarian(?)

Tries to pet every animal he sees

Bitemark scars inside his mouth

Extreme cattiness

HATES kids

Marla is his manic pixie dream girl (platonically)

Tyler

Psychological warfare turns him on

Anarcho-communism all the way

Wears femme men's clothes or women's shirts and sometimes will wear dresses for Narrator

Disaster Bi slut

Cheats on Narrator all the time (no he doesn't get away with it, there have been many broken bones)

Over spices his food to the point of inedibility for everyone else

Hotboxes cars with cig smoke because he's an asshole

Actually decent at chess

Will do anything for $20

Versatile power bottom/bossy top

Emotional toxic masculinity

Probably is a baby daddy

The one who meticulously catalogues and restocks the first aid

Only reason Tyler has a driver's license is because he fucked the girl at the DMV

Crust punk in highschool (ew)

From North Carolina

LOVES cars, very much a car guy

Violent snuggler

Adores children

Is also misanthropic

Dad rock listener

Marla

Bestfriends with Narrator (even if he denies it)

Likes to make friendship bracelets

Nymphomaniac

Beautiful Princess Disorder :)

Shopaholic

Doesn't use labels

Very physically affectionate

Likes Narrator more than Tyler

Smells like rotting flowers

Not much of a drinker, only benzos and nic

Pretty goth gf why wont anyone date her :(

Wears briefs no bra or very complicated lingerie (no in-between)

Femme Fatale

Has killed a man

Crochets stuffed animals and granny square blankets

Listens to shitty Pop music unironically

Spearmint kind of girl, FUCK peppermint

Loves those stuffed gnomes you find in a Khol's and has a collection in her closet

Bitter foods are her favorite

Award for most STDs at one time

Breeding kink

Chicago girlie

Passenger princess all the way, never learned to drive

#fight club #fight club 1999 #narrator fight club #tyler durden #marla singer #fight club headcanons #shoutout to the person who made the BPD joke your comment makes me giggle everyday #yes I did project some of my issues on the Narrator why do you ask #soapshipping #tyler x narrator #I am infatuated by Marla's fashion style #Narrator has a bitchless personality like always #fuck Tyler Durden #Jack's thousand yard stare as I write this

[hotluncheddie]

Tell me if this is too much… Steddie scenario where one of them gets a new toy that the other is like, “Uh that’s too big, it won’t fit,” which turns into the other being stuffed until relaxed and horny and lubed up enough that it *does* fit, and he’s never come harder.

not too much not too much!!! very obsessed with thisssss

i noticed you’re making me pick who gets filled, u goblin 👹

i’m gonna go with steve. just bc i think he’d get off on the challenge. and i’m in my eddie going crazy watching steve do anything era.

also dunno how this turned into 3.8k but 😛

commence steve getting filled, in more ways than one..

[ rated: E | tags: chubby steve harrington, belly kink, stuffing, button popping, coming untouched, sex toys (big ones), established relationship ]

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He brings it back after a 4 day trip visiting robin in Chicago. Apparently they’d gone out to the gay bars and Steve had, maybe, still been a little drunk when they stumbled into the sex shop the next morning. 

(It had been before breakfast so he hadn’t been able to soak up the alcohol with a couple of the generously filled bagels from his favourite place. Or get the donuts he’d been craving from that one store - hadn’t stopped thinking about them since the last time he visited her.) 

But basically he doesn’t think, he just sees that it’s big. Maybe too big. But he thinks about the word full, and he can’t help but buy it. 

It’s bigger than Eddie, Eddie’s can admit that, he’s man enough. Looking down at it on the bed, this thing is kinda huge. But Steve just looks up at him, eyes all big and pleading, mouth a little pouty and Eddie knows he’s going to give Steve everything he asks for if it’s the last thing he does. 

and Steve knows it too, knows it as he whispers his idea into eddies ear, with all the filthy little details. Smiles as he trails his hand up his boyfriends thigh, feels him hard in his jeans, just from talking about it. 

Steves going to get exactly what he wants, he's going to be full. 

They don’t set a date necessarily, but schedules line up and time frees and the next day is there for sleeping in and it just kind of happens. 

Steve has a shower beforehand and stretches himself on his fingers. Lets Eddie watch as he works their biggest plug into himself, ready to let it sit there through the meal, a good start for what’s to come. 

Steve thinks about his plans for later as he sucks in to button his too small shirt and tuck it into jeans are just getting tight, just starting to bite. 

Eddie watches, loosing braincells and they haven’t even started yet. 

They can't really go out to dinner, not like they want, like a real date. So Steve likes to make it special at home, set the table, light a couple candles, hold eddies hand across the tablecloth. It works.

He also couldn't eat the way he wants if they were out, or dress the way he has. And where’s the fun in that? 

So they stay at home. It’s perfect. 

Steve made lasagne. 

Eddie has his standard serving and Steve works his way through the rest of the pan, more than enough for five, maybe six people. Eddie has two or three spices of garlic bread and Steve devours the loaf. Sopping up sauce, uncaring that it drips onto his shirt, stains his mouth. 

Eddie helps him finish the last couple pieces, the last mouthfuls, cleaning the plate. Looking at Steve with so much adoration. Perched on his chair, knees between Steve’s spread thighs, Eddie trails his fingers through the gaps in Steve’s shirt. Where the buttons strain against his belly, windows of pale skin, threads ready to snap.  

He pushes the last piece of greasy bread past Steve’s lips, hand exploring the hard crest of his belly. ‘Getting full baby?’ Eddie asks, plucking the button at the widest part. ‘Not even close’ Steve huffs, unable to take a full breath, but aching for more. 

Steve grabs the quarter that’s left from the bottle of soda, brings it to his lips and chugs. Eyes closed but Eddie’s watching, watching the bubbles hit his stomach and round his belly impossibly bigger. ‘Oh’ Eddie says, awed. Steve feels his stomach surge forward, the faint sound of a button hitting the tile. He groans around his final gulps, other hand prodding and feeling where his belly’s broken through the shirt, stretched it to breaking. He moans and pants, finishing with a wet burp. Eddie’s hands never leaving, petting and prodding and kissing over his form. 

Eddie takes the empty bottle, crowding into Steve’s space, panting into his mouth and Steve feels Eddie’s hard cock straining his jeans, grinding lightly against Steve’s exposed middle. ‘Ready for part two?’ Eddie asks, kissing Steve and dipping his tongue in to taste. Steve moans, sucking on Eddie’s tongue, he’s so ready. 

They manage to make it to the bedroom eventually, between making out and Steve stopping to pant around his full stomach. Eddie stopping them just to grope at Steve’s plush sides and grind filthily against the plug in his ass. They make it to the bedroom. 

Eddie strips Steve of his clothes slowly, savouring each button that’s left, watching it slide out of its hole with a ping, pulled apart by Steve girth, framing his round belly so nicely. Undoing Steve’s jeans and fly, knuckles against still soft underbelly, pulling them down to expose Steve’s dimpled thighs. He’s all hard and soft, muscle and soft pale chub, fullness and overindulgence over his whole broad frame. 

They prop him against the pillows, nearly laying flat but not quiet, high enough to see Eddie over the crest of his belly, enough to comfortably spoon the soft tub of ice cream into his panting mouth. Pillow under his hips and knees bent to allow Eddie access to his greedy hole thats aching to be stretched. Pink all over like Steve’s weeping cock. 

Eddie has to grind the heel of his hand into his own boxer clad dick. He’s so amazed by Steve already, popping his buttons, laying there so round and pretty, starting on the gallon of ice cream he’d requested. Just what he needs to get him there, stuffed enough, dazed enough, to reach his peak. 

Steve squirms, ‘Eddie.’ He whines, sucking the spoon clean, impatient to get started. Eddie chuckles, kissing Steve’s belly and pressing two fingers against the plug. ‘I got you baby.’ He says, pulling it out and pushing it back in a few times. Watching Steve’s eyes flutter shut on a moan, lips pink and sticky and strawberry red as his desert. 

Taking the plug out, Eddie squirts lube on his fingers, circling Steve’s shining hole. Still wet but Eddie wants it wetter, wants him soaking. 

Three fingers slip in easily. Steve shoves more ice cream in his mouth. Eddie goes for four. Steve sighs, filling his mouth again, relishing in the stretch of his stomach and hole. He cants his hips slightly, feels Eddie’s fingers go deeper, brushing that spot. His belly sloshing and his hard cock bouncing against it, he moans, feels so big, so round. 

Eddie scissors his fingers, leaning over Steve to lick into his mouth. Taste his berry red lips and feel the hard soft of Steve’s stomach against his flat one. ‘You ready baby?’ Eddie asks leaning away enough to look in Steve’s eyes, pupils blown wide. ‘Ready to be full?’ And Steve whines, pulls Eddie’s head back down to crash their mouths together, all spit and tongue and heat. Steve turns away first, panting again, can’t hold his breath from all the food inside him. ‘Pl-please Eddie.’ he says, whiny, desperate, gulping for air. shoving more fatty desert in his mouth. 

Eddie grabs the toy from behind him, holding it in his hands for a sec, taking in the weight and girth against his palms. He looks at Steve through his lashes, brings the tip up to his mouth and kisses it. Steve can’t pull his eyes away, spoon moving slower now from tub to waiting mouth. Eddie takes the attention in his stride, slipping the thick head past his lipe, groaning at how quickly the girth fills him up, almost makes him gag. ‘Fuck.’ Steve breaths and Eddie slips his eyes open, watching the melted ice cream fall off Steve’s spoon and onto his hairy pecs, enamoured by Eddie’s display. He pushes the toy an inch further, fucking his own mouth, making himself gag. Steve whines again. 

Eddie pulls off, panting slightly. But he smirks as Steve moves a little again, humping his hips into the air couple times, making his cock bob and slap against his belly. ‘I got you baby.’ Eddie soothes, voice raspy, making them both leak. 

Eddie coats the toy, some dripping onto the bed, and circles the tip around Steve’s loose rim. He pops just the head inside right as Steve shoves the spoon in his mouth again, just to watch his eyes roll back on a moan. It’s so hot. Eddie pushes a couple inches more in, Steve pants, eyes closed tight. Eddie pulls out a fraction and goes back in, adding a little more. ‘Oh my god Eddie, oh my god.’ Steve babbles, delirious. Shivering at the intrusion, the stretch at his hole and pull at his stomach. 

Eddie dips forward, hand holding the toy still within Steve. He licks up the fallen ice cream from Steve’s chest hair, sucking a round pink nipple into his mouth. His pecs have gotten so thick and pretty lately, like a real set of tits, Eddie’s never been a boob man but he’s obsessed with Steve’s. ‘Fuck baby.’ Eddie moans, switching to the other pec and opening his mouth wide, trying to fit the whole thing inside, licking at the little pink stretch mark he has there. 

Steve moans, fingers coming to tangle in Eddie’s curls and push his face further into his own softness. ‘Oh god Eddie, Eddie please.’ He says as Eddie pushed the toy in further, slowly filling Steve to the brim. 

Eddie pulls away, eyes hooded and dark, staring at Steve’s open mouth. ‘How, how far is it?’ Steve asks, voice high, and needy. 

Sitting back on his haunches Eddie looks down at the toy in his hands, ‘about half way baby, you’re doing so good Stevie, taking it so well.’ Eddie says, amazed by how Steve’s thick body is eating up the length, stretching to accommodate. ‘Just relax a little more for me yeah? Did you finish your desert?’ 

Steve’s hands have stopped scooping, his head resting back on the pillows. ’Ed’s, Eddie, need help.’ he whines, gesturing vaguely to his distended belly. He must be getting really full, his stretch marks shining and bellybutton jumping with each gulp and hiccup of breath. 

Eddie takes the ice cream to see what’s left, mostly soupy and melted now, about half to go. He licks the spoon clean and tosses it aside, keeps the tub close by on the bed and pushes his knee against the flat hilt of the toy. He rest both hands gently against the widest curve of Steve’s stomach, packed tight with food. ‘I got you baby, just relax for yeah? Just a little more. Just need a little more room don’t you?’ He soothes, rubbing his hands over the dome, fingers dipping into the layer of pudge. Grabbing the still soft section of overhang and tracing the roll of spare tire that travels all around Steve’s scarred hips. 

Steve stars to release wet little burps along with his moans, sinking further into the pillows he relaxes even more, opening up, letting the toy in. 

‘So so good baby, you’re almost there, just a little more for me now.’ and Steve looks up, blinks his sleepy sugar high eyes at Eddie. Licks the lips of his sweet needy mouth as the tub gets passed back to him. ‘More.’ he begs, like a prayer, ’full.’ Like it’s sacred. Tipping the tub back and letting the thick liquid take him there, that ultimate feeling. 

Steve gulps as much as he can, skin and insides stretch tight, full to the brim. He burps again, ‘m’full, m’so full Eddie.’ He manages, letting his hand roam the stretched wide ball of his belly. Grabbing onto his underbelly to squeeze and lift the whole impossibly large thing. ‘Feel so fucking big, so fucking full.’ He’s so stretched open, so packed tight. 

Eddie watches, awed, as Steve manhandles himself, making his soft parts jiggle around his distended gut. He looks down at the toy, so close to being all the way in, Steve’s cock sitting heavy and red and leaking just above. 

‘Tell me what you want baby.’ Eddie pleads, so amazed by Steve, by his love. Taking to toy so well, eating so much, pushing himself to the limits again. 

Steve shifts like he wants to move, but flops back down quickly, panting. ‘Jus, just want to be full Eddie please.’ He begs and Eddie kissed over his stomach again, swirling his tongue into Steve’s bellybutton just to hear him moan. ‘I got you. Just a little more.’ 

Steve nods vaguely, bringing the tub back to his lips. Draining the rest, swallowing the cool creamy liquid as fast as he can, letting it land in any remaining cracks and crevices. And Eddie pushes the toy in the rest of the way, right to the flat base, all the way in. Filling his baby up just like he asked for. 

‘Oh, oh my god Eddie.’ Steve whines, delirious. Completely and utterly stuffed. He tosses the empty tub aside and gropes at himself, toes curling and hips canting just to feel his swollen belly move. 

He’s never felt so stretched, so split open and big, so round and stuffed and finally, finally, full. 

Eddie pulls the toy out a fraction and fucks in back in, sticking his tongue back into Steve’s wide sensitive belly button, sucking and swirling as he moves the toy in and out of Steve’s writhing frame. Everything building and growing and stretching. Steve’s mind and body and soul ready to snap to fall over the precipice. 

Eddie pushed his face further into Steve’s stomach, against the impossible fullness, licking and kissing and sucking while his hand moves the toy. Steve thinks, vaguely, that if he was still skinny you might be able to see the toy in his abdomen, see it bulge. But as he is there no hope, too much food and fat and indulgence between. He puts his hands on either side of his belly, feeling how wide it’s gotten, how big he is. 

Eddie slams the toy back in, catching Steve’s prostate as he goes. 

Steve wails. 

Eddie feels hot wet cum hit his chin. Steve releasing untouched all over his packed belly. Eddie keeps fucking the toy, milking Steve’s cock with his hand, watching the final pearls slip out of him as he pants and stills. Cheeks red and eyes glassy. 

‘So fucking pretty. God Steve, you, I can’t believe you.’ Eddie says smearing Steve’s cum on his boxers as he ruts against his stomach, leaning forward to kiss Steve all over, lick into his mouth and suck on his tongue. 

‘Ed- Eddie. Fuck, fuck me, please.’ Steve whimpers, voice small and pleading. Eddie almost comes from the sound alone.

‘Yeah?’ he asks, ridiculously hard. ‘You want me cum in you baby?’ He takes off his boxers and licks a stripe up the underside of Steve cock, over the slit, wanting to taste. 

Steve just moans, splayed out on the bed, spent and held under the weight of his full gut. ‘Pl-please’ he slurs, wanting Eddie, wanting to be full of Eddie now. 

Eddie soothes him, petting over his thighs and pulling the toy out of Steve slowly. He groans, watching Steve’s pink hole stay stretched and open as he reaches the narrower tip. ‘Fuck Steve. You’re gonna be so loose.’ And he pushes the toy back in a little, rubbing against Steve’s prostate, watching his cock get hard again as he continues to moan, wanton and floaty from the top of the bed. Never fully coming down from his orgasm, still stuck in that amazingly full headspace. 

Eddie finally takes the toy out, after fucking the whole impossible length in and out. Once Steve’s cock is hard and red in his hand again, wanting to get his baby off twice, just for being so amazing tonight, taking so much so well. He pets over Steve’s wet hole, easily slipping four fingers in. ‘M’not gonna last baby, but gonna fill you up, kay? Fill you up and put the toy back in so you feel me for days. Gonna wake you up tomorrow by filling you again, you’re gonna be loose for me baby, gonna be so easy to slip inside.’ Eddie babbles, delirious and turned on. 

Steve’s mostly still he’s so spent. Just letting out a series of needy whines and whimpers, lost in the filth of Eddie’s words, the feeling of his heavy body.

Finally sliding his aching cock into Steve’s wet heat Eddie’s back arches, face to the ceiling. ‘Fuck.’ He moans. 

He rocks his hips and grabs Steve’s thighs for purchase. Relentlessly fisting Steve’s cock, circling his hips and relishing in how stretched Steve is, how loose and wet and perfect he is. ‘Together, come again for me baby, with - with me.’  Eddie pants, gripping Steve’s belly with one hand, sinking his fingers in. 

‘Eddie.’ Steve whines finally lifting his head back up. Eyes glossy and distant, mouth panting and so so pretty. He’s so pretty. Fucked out and loose. Hopelessly, helplessly stuffed. ‘Gonna, m’gonna.’ He manages, a tear slipping out and falling into his sweaty hair. 

Eddie stares at him, looks down at his hand fisting Steve’s cock, his own cock fucking in and out of Steve’s hole. Watches how the movement makes Steve’s body wobble, belly swaying and bouncing with each of Eddie’s thrusts. ‘Fuck. Fuck.’ He says watching Steve’s eyes roll back in his head, body tensing and grabbing at his own mass again, leaking and coming all over himself for a second time tonight. 

Eddie can’t hold it. His vision sparks and bursts and he releases buried deep inside. Filling Steve up, fucking it in and out of him. Squeezing and grinding and loosing himself in it.  

Eventually they come back up for air. Come back down to earth. 

Eddie slips out and crawls around to Steve’s side, up close so he can see his face and cradle his cheek. He wipes a tear away, kissing his jaw and slack lips, whispering praise into his hair. Until Steve is breathing more normally again, still short but not actively panting, coming back down from his high. 

‘I’m gonna go get something to clean us up okay baby?’ Eddie asks, not wanting to leave Steve alone without confirmation, he drifted so far, took so much so well. 

Steve blinks his big glassy eyes at Eddie slowly, smiling all dopey once he focuses on Eddie’s face. Steve looks down at Eddie’s lips and pouts his slightly for a kiss. Eddie smiles and obliges, he’s so cute. ‘Jus’ don’t be long.’ Steve says, eyelids drooping again. ‘Wanna cuddle.’ And Steve shimmies down the bed a little as best he can, sinking more comfortable into the pillows. He shivers as he feels Eddie’s cum leak out of his hole, it almost feels numb after the toy split him open the way it did. 

He stops moving when his belly sloshes uncomfortably, still digesting his huge meal but he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt so content, so spent and satiated. He’d never been so full. 

Eddie comes back with tissues and a towel, wiping between Steves legs gently and easing the pillows from under his hips. Steve sighs, he loves how careful and caring Eddie is after they do something like this, after Steve pushes himself. It took a little while, coaxing and tentative, but once they realised how much they both enjoy stuffing Steve’s to the brim it was like the floodgates opened and they haven’t looked back. Just another pilar in their love, another aspect of how much they adore each other. Steve feels like the luckiest guy in the world, to have Eddie. 

Eddie wipes over Steve’s chest and face, ridding him of any lingering spit and stickiness. Kissing as he goes. Steve’s really fighting sleep now but he wants to lay on his side, wants Eddie to spoon him and fall asleep with Eddie’s hand on where his belly now rests on the bed. 

But Steve wants to see that pretty blush on Eddie’s cheeks one more time, tease him like he did when he first showed him the toy. 

Steve lets Eddie pull more pillows away from behind his head, laying down flatter and more normally, getting them ready for sleep. Steve rocks a little, huffing and attempting to roll into his side. For a second putting his full strength into it, just to see. And, dizzyingly, he’s kind of really is that full, that tired and round, that it would be an actual effort to get himself over on his own. 

He doesn’t tell Eddie he could, not yet, he just lets Eddie see it’s a struggle. ‘Help baby, please.’ He whines, looking up through his lashes and seeing Eddie stopped in his tracks, hand still where it was wiping the damp towel over his own flat stomach. 

Steve half pushes on his elbows again, trying to shift his weight over but flops back flat quickly enough, huffing with half fake effort and blinking up at Eddie. 

‘Fuck.’ Eddie whispers. Steve thinks he sees his cock jump. And he can’t help but smile, relishing in the attention and lust he can get Eddie to give him, look at him with. 

Eddie grabs Steve’s outstretched hand, other coming to the roll of his waist. counting down softly and then tugging to tip Steve over. Steve helps and then adjusting his belly slightly, letting it rest soft and round next to him, filling up more of the bed that he ever thought imaginable. He trails his finger over it, over the stretch marks and scars. dipping into his wide bellybutton and snuggling down into the pillows. 

Eddie’s still staring at him. Amazed by Steve’s change. Amazed that they can have nights like this now, wrapped up in each other. Nothing to hide from that’s more than an extra bill or an annoying neighbour. No monsters, no gashes in the ceiling. They can just be together, safe and in love, exploring each others wants and desires. 

And that feeling covers Steve on the outside, over his chest and hips and thighs. That rest, that relaxation and safety. All soft skin and chubby belly.

Eddie throws out the tissues and tosses the towel in the hamper. Crawling into bed next to Steve, pulling the sheets over them both and kissing all over his neck and shoulders. Nuzzling into the hair that curls around his neck, wrapping him up in his arms and sliding up as close as he can, right up against Steve’s broad scarred back. He squeezes him, holding his belly and breathing him in. 

Steve sighs, sinking into Eddie’s hold, sinking into the sheets. He feels sleep curling at his eyelids and mind, letting the food and exertion take over finally. 

They fall asleep, wrapped up in each other. Hands entwined over Steve’s full stomach.

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#this has so many elements of different kinks lol #for fun! #<3 #hotlunch #ask #steddie wg #chubby steve harrington #weight gain writing

[camaro-and-smokes]

Like a Virgin

Rating: Explicit Warnings: no warnings Tags: OMG THEY WERE ROOMMATES, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Pining, Safe Sane and Consensual, Gay Billy Hargrove, Bisexual Steve Harrington Anal Sex, Clothing Kink, Lingerie, Crossdressing, Underwear Kink, Mirror Sex

Summary: Billy has been harboring a secret for a long time, one he'd had since early teens. After getting into Northwestern on a basketball scholarship with Steve, Billy ends up as his roommate. In the privacy of the apartment only they two share, Billy is finally able to explore the secret by himself. He tries to keep the secret only to himself, but of course Steve accidentally finds out about it. And Steve, who asked no one else but Billy to become his roommate because he's been pining over Billy ever since Hawkins… Steve realizes that he can't just pine anymore but do something about it.

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Notes: This was laying in my drafts for almost a year... And then I got inspired and was supposed to get this done by Valentine's day. But then the wordcount just kept growing and growing and growing... But here it is, even if a few days late! Moodboard by Harle @brightside-of-the-upsidedown 💜 There's also a gorgeous not safe for work artwork by @tentaclepi3 included (not on this post though, unfortunately, you all know why...), you'll find it on AO3 too 💜

Snippet under the cut :)

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The front door whumped closed behind Billy and he rushed into his room. The envelope in his hand was burning his fingers, and even though Harrington wasn't even home, he didn’t want him to see, even by accident, what it held inside—or what he was about to do with the contents. Their shared apartment was supposed to be empty for at least one hour, since Harrington had some extra classes or something.

When they both started at Northwestern at Chicago earlier that fall, both gotten in with a basketball scholarship, Harrington had soon been casually looking for a roommate. His dad owned the apartment where he lived in. Everything was top-notch and new, but apparently the dadio had started asking for rent and it had been too much for the golden boy. He'd pestered Billy about it, trying to sell the place with his very own room, a bathroom he'd have to share only with Harrington, their own washing machine, dryer and dishwasher. All luxury in Billy's eyes. He'd been tempted from day one, but it sounded too good to be true. Then, when he talked with someone about it, turned out that Harrington hadn't mentioned about the situation to anyone else. It was suspicious and at first Billy thought Harrington was pitying him. But the dorm was, well, a dorm, and having privacy, especially with the secret Billy had been harboring for quite a while now, was a luxury the dorm didn't have. So, Billy had moved his stuff in into the room that already had a lush bed, a proper desk and chair ready for him. And it turned out the rent wasn't bad either, considering all that. Billy could cover it easily with the pay he got from being a barista at the campus cafe and he was still left enough for everything else, including the occasional treat like the one he had in his hands right now.

Now Billy was about to use his privacy for all it was worth. He'd have to be haste about it, though.

He got to his room and locked the door behind him. Locking his room door wasn’t something he frequently did, simply because it reminded him too much of the past. One he was now effectively free of. But this was a such a secret that he couldn't have anyone learn about it.

Billy placed the envelope on his table, tossed his jacket on the chair, and just stared at the envelope. He'd waited for it for an agonizing six weeks. And now that it was finally here, his thoughts were a rushing blur in his mind.

Today was the day he had waited for ever since that one day when everything had suddenly made sense.

- - -

Billy had seen the corset originally in his aunt Marjorie’s closet when they had visited her with his mom. He knew he'd been snooping that day, looking for something exactly like that, tempted by the free sexuality of an attractive single woman. He'd taken it from the hanger and for a moment admired it, how the silky fabric felt in his hands, how the lace on the sides was a bit rough, the cups for breasts in the right shape waiting to be filled, and imagined what it looked like on her. Then he’d looked at the mirror and, out of a whim, draped it around himself a little.

His pre-teen body, that was just about to take him through the most painful change of his life, had suddenly failed him miserably at the sight of his own image with the garment and he'd come to his pants unexpectedly.

When they’d gotten home, his mom had tried to hide it, but she wasn’t fast enough to get the pants into the washing machine. Of course Neil had seen them.

But the cost of that incident did nothing to the reason Billy had come. It wasn't because he'd seen it or dreamed of seeing it on a woman.

The image tattooed on his retinas was himself in the mirror, the corset loosely draped over his shirt. The feeling it had aroused in him felt so wrong in all the ways possible, but it was always the one that tickled his mind so much that whenever he jerked off, seeing himself wearing a corset like that finally pushed him over the edge.

He'd been way too scared to do anything about it until that one date.

Her name had been Sheri or Cherry or something like that, Billy couldn't remember anymore. She'd been nice and good looking for a girl. Maybe if he’d been into girls, he might've gone out with her again. They'd had fun, but not the way she'd hoped for, probably.

To him, though, it had been an eye-opening experience.

She'd been wearing the most beautiful eye shadow Billy had ever seen. Sheen of silver on her upper eyelid and a touch of glitter in the outer corner of her eye. Her whole makeup and hair had been immaculate, her style and clothes taken straight from Madonna's music video – or that's how she'd advertised it.

Billy had hated Madonna the moment he first heard her sing. Her squeaky, nasal voice made his skin crawl. But when he saw the video for 'Like a Virgin', he had to agree with his date. Madonna looked nice – and yes, he’d liked everything she'd been wearing in the video.

- - -

Billy took down a box from the upper shelf of his closet. He had opened it when it had arrived, just to quickly check the measurements were right. They had been, and since he wanted everything to be perfect before doing anything, on the upper shelf the box had gone.

He'd done some other purchases he could do fairly innocently, telling it was for a girlfriend if anyone asked. All of them had been stacked away into a fabric pouch and behind the box.

But now all his purchases were on his table, the box, the envelope and the fabric pouch. Finally.

He could hear his heart pounding in his ears as he opened the lid of the box. There were three plastic bags in it.

He took out both of the smaller ones, placing them on his bed, smiling. The third, a bigger one, he set on the floor.

He took the envelope from the table, opened it, and pulled out a small velvet pouch, setting it carefully on the table. He opened it and pulled out the contents. The glittering bracelet that emerged was an exact copy of the one from another Madonna video, 'Material Girl'.

Billy moved it under the light of his desk lamp, and the bracelet came to life. Light sparkled around him, lighting up his entire room in all the colors of the rainbow.

He looked at all the things he had laid out. He felt something shifting as he was overcome with emotions. Something that he’d soon know for sure. He wasn’t sure how much things would change, maybe for the better. Or worse, depending on the point of view.

Moving to Hicksville had definitely made most things worse at first. But not everything. There, he'd concluded that he wanted to try this. And now that he didn’t have to hide anymore the way he'd still had to back there, he’d sought this one specific mail-order catalog that in the past would’ve gotten him a beat-down of a lifetime.

But now he finally had it all. The things that he’d been jerking off with only the images of them in his mind until now. Having to imagine wearing something like that had been a kick as itself, but seeing all of them on display, ready for him to wear... He was already hard just for the thought alone.

For a brief moment, he considered if he should take the edge off now so that he wouldn't mess the garments unintentionally. Because that would totally suck since he couldn’t wash them without Steve inevitably seeing them, eventually. And then there would be a stain in them to remind him of this secret having to remain a secret, probably for forever.

So, he sat on his bed, unzipped his jeans and took care of it. It didn't take long, all he had to do was to look at the garments on the bed, touch them, and think how he'd look like wearing it all, and after just a few fast strokes he was already spilling himself on his hand.

He felt a little ashamed to have gotten so aroused over clothes he wasn't even yet wearing and especially being released so quickly from the thought alone. It felt wrong. And yet it was so right.

After cleaning himself with tissues from a box he held on the nightstand, he sat by his table and opened one of the fabric pouch. One by one he placed mascara, eye shadow and a lipstick on his desk.

He wanted to make this occasion perfect, and he knew it meant he had to have it all, make-up included. The whole thing was too exciting to him, so he decided not to do his nails this time. He would just rush with them, which would lead him not letting them dry long enough and then he’d stain the clothes. Besides, he had time to play with these things for the rest of his life.

Putting on make-up was something he'd practiced several times when he'd been alone. He’d used magazines as samples, and he’d gotten pretty good with it. He stood in front of the big mirror he had in his room and spread the eye shadow on his upper eyelids, put on the mascara – even though his lashes were already thick and dark and he really didn’t need it. The lipstick was bright pink, because it had been on sale. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, though. It was all about the thought. But it was a bonus that the shade looked great on him.

When he was done with the make-up, he took off his clothes. He took the first smaller bag from the bed and took the contents out: dusty rose, silky under-bust corset with hard metal bones keeping it in shape and panties, both decorated with lace. He felt the fabric between his fingers. The lace felt rough against his fingertips, just as it had all those years ago. It made his arousal raise its head again.

He set the corset on the bed and took the panties in his hands, admiring them for a moment first. He bit his lip while he looked at himself in the mirror as he pulled the panties up and tucked his dick in them. They could barely hold him in because he was so hard already – again.

He opened the other small bag and pulled out a pair of thin, thigh-high white socks. He rubbed the fabric between his fingers. It was slippery and delicate. He sat on the bed and pulled them on one by one. They had sticky lines of something inside the upper part of the sock that kept them up. He touched the smooth surface of his leg with his fingers. Just a moment ago, it had been rough and hairy, and now smooth as silk.

Then he took the biggest bag and pulled out a pair of pink pumps with five-inch heels. He’d tried them on a few times. At first, he had barely managed to stand up and taking any steps had been impossible without wobbling or almost breaking his ankles. But soon he’d learned that he had to take each step with conviction, heel first. Not that he had walked anywhere else, but in the small space in the middle of his room. But walk a small space back and forth enough many times and you master the art.

He'd put them on last, though. Because it was time for the main attraction.

Taking the corset from the bed and looking at it brought a small smile to his face. He'd waited for this for so long. He loosened the laces and pulled it on. It sat right on his hips. He turned away from the mirror to keep himself from coming too soon and tried to remember how to adjust the laces in the back to make it fit. He had to adjust them a few times before it did.

He took the gloves from the table and pulled them on. They made his arms silky smooth, just like the socks did to his legs.

The last thing was the bracelet. He struggled a little with the lock now that the gloves made his fingers a little more clumsy, but he finally managed it.

Then he turned to look at himself in the mirror – and was overcome with emotions.

His face looked so nice with the makeup. Seeing his painted lips and thinking about kissing through the mirror made him shiver. If he could kiss himself right now, he would, with no hesitation.

He moved his gaze lower and ran his fingers over the bones of the corset. It wasn't as tight as it should've been, but it was tight enough that he'd had to struggle a little when he tried to breathe. He cupped his hand around his other pec and squeezed it. The nipple hardened at the touch of the smooth surface of his gloves and he teased it a little with his finger, forcing a heavy breath out of his mouth.

His dick twitched in the panties, making the fabric stretch around it. The panties weren't a perfect fit, obviously, and having his dick tucked in in its hardened state was painful – though in a good way. He could take it for the sake of the show. It was all so worth it.

He couldn’t help but to let his gaze linger between the corset and the panties. He looked good in them in a whole different way he hadn’t expected. It had been so many years since the incident at his aunt’s that his memory of it had faded a bit. Now he was about to get some new images to remember.

Finally, he could draw his gaze away from his torso and moved lower to admire the panties that were straining under the size of his hard-on. He could see his red and aching dick through the lace in them. He looked lower still at the rose-colored socks that made his legs feel so smooth. The upper parts of the socks had big, also rose-colored, bows on the side, and even that tiny detail felt nice. Felt right.

And how beautiful his feet were in the lethal heels. His toes were visible through the open ends, but being clad in those socks, they, too, looked nice.

Feminine. Pretty.

He looked and felt pretty. He’d never been allowed to feel like that. Pimping and pruning himself had always been just something faggots did, according to Neil. And if his normal routine had been too much for Neil, seeing him now would’ve made Neil explode.

But here, far away, now, he could finally feel it, to look and feel feminine and pretty.

And it was everything.

He turned around and looked at his back in the mirror over his shoulder.

The way the laces pulled the corset to hug his shape, the way the hem of the panties curved over his ass and how the heels made his whole ass stand out in a whole new way. The posture made his shins look really nice, too.

A dirty thought of him wanting to fuck himself penetrated his mind. Girls did nothing to him, but this? This did so many things to him.

Seeing the feminine garments, the shoes, the bracelet, the make-up – everything – he would’ve fucked himself right there and then if he could have. That, if anything, felt wrong, but the longer he looked at himself from different angles, it also felt good.

And today, and all the times in the future, he would no longer be coming to a faded image or feelings that were sparked by something that happened far back in the past. Now, he could make it special whenever he wanted, to see himself wearing it all again and again, lingerie and make-up, to come to the feeling of being pretty in a feminine way – that was as close as he could ever be to fuck himself, and he was okay with that.

Maybe one day he could show all this to someone who would understand. Maybe he could then be fucked by that someone while they called him pretty...

There was a sudden, hard knock on his door that made him wince.

“Hey, Hargrove, Max is here. She says you had promised to take her somewhere.”

Oh shit.

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#harringrove #harringrove fic #billy hargrove #steve harrington #lemon #billy x steve #steve x billy #lemons #stranger things fanfiction

[rthko]

where's a good place for leather stuff? I wanna get a harness and some other stuff that's well made and Ideallt LGBT owned

In an anonymous message I can recommend you online stores but I really recommend shopping in person, where you can see how it fits or get it adjusted. Ask around and see what the nearest leather shop or gay boutique is to you, chat with leather folk on hookup apps and ask them (it'll help if they're in your area to give localized advice), or see if there are any leather, kink, or even general pride events going on near you. I got my first real harness at leather night at my favorite bar, where 64Ten from Chicago had set up shop. Most leather shops are LGBT owned from what I understand, but I understand if the big names like Mr S feel impersonal. There are lots of independent leather artists like Toi Ano, SmellMyLeather in Seattle (thanks Seattle friend for recommending), or Little Death leather. You can find all of them on Instagram, and they all make more open ended and artistic designs than the standard bulldog harness. Personally my harnesses are pretty straightforward because a broad like me wants them tugged on. Not just fashion but function, ya know. Leather is a laborious process and predictably expensive, so a lot of people's first harnesses are neoprene. These are fine, just give it a little tug when you try it on to test the resistance (standard leather does work the best in this case but other materials are worth a try).

[steddie-fanfic-recs]

it had to be you

by griesly

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, The Party (Stranger Things), Wayne Munson, Corroded Coffin (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - 1920s, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Intersex Omegas, Found Family, Heists, Childhood friends to strangers to lovers, Mutual Pining, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Bonding, Mating Bites, Misunderstandings, Discussion of Pregnancy, safe sex, Contraception, Knotting, Size Kink, Lingerie, induced heat, Off-Screen Murder, Minor Lovecraftian Horror, it takes a dark turn but I promise it all works out, hey fellas is it gay to spend nine years sitting with your feelings, Valentine's Day, Happy Ending, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Omega Verse Words: 32,151 Chapters: 5/5

Summary

Nine years ago, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson were the best of friends with the promise of more. Then Eddie’s world shattered overnight, and everything changed. Though separated by time and social conventions, Eddie has never forgotten his first love. When a total solar eclipse blankets the city of Chicago, a power hungry madman seeks to use Steve for his own nefarious ends. Recently reunited, Eddie Munson has a thing or two to say about that (and maybe a punch to throw).

#steddie #steddie fic rec #multi-chaptered #25-50k #au no upside down #alpha eddie #omega steve #mutual pining #misunderstandings #au omegaverse

[dankusner]

MR. TEXAS LEATHER ’05: Lou Sedlacek

Who’s your leather Daddy

Lou Sedlacek represents the Lone Star State at I ML 2005

May 27, 2005 

The International Mr. Leather contest, held annually in Chicago over Memorial Day weekend, normally attracts more than 10,000 aficionados each year.

For year 27, North Texas resident Lou Sedlacek will compete for the title.

Past winners have spread the gospel of fetish and kink across the globe while promoting safer-sex and educating about the 60-year history of the leather community.

If Sedlacek becomes the world’s leather spokesperson, he hopes to unite the old guard with the new while remaining true to its fundamental principals.

Sedlacek recently completed the following e-mail questionnaire.

WE’RE All IN THIS TOGETHER: Sedlacek says the leather commu- nity often has a difficult time being accepted by the GLBT world.

Who: Lou Sedlacek

Occupation: Landscaper with Mighty Oak Landscaping

Age: 47

Leather titles: Mr. Cowtown Leatherman 2005 and Mr. Texas Leather 2005

When and why did you enter the leather community? My exploration began in the late ’70s. At that time, the leather bars were the place to meet masculine men clad in leather-Levi, wearing uniforms or who were shirtless. The smell was usually a heady mix of beer, sweat, leather, poppers (Yes, poppers!) and piss. An incredible feeling would overcome me — apprehension and nervousness, intense desire and that sudden pulsing in my crotch. I would do just about anything to meet a hot Sir or Daddy. On one occasion, I did just that, and that encounter sealed it for me.

Are you entering IML to win? Or is it just enough to be involved? I certainly hope to win! But I know being an IML contestant will be a growing experience.

What’s IML like? It’s a feast for the senses. You will never see a more confined place filled with leather-clad men and women. And nothing smells better than a room filled with leather. There’s also conversation, some clowning around and, of course, a wide variety of public leather-sex demonstrations (that fall within local decency laws, of course).

How many pairs of leather shoes do you own? You mean boots? Seven pairs.

What types of leather outfits are stocked in your wardrobe? I do not own "outfits." I have chaps, several uniforms, pants, vests, my “cover” and my leather jacket.

Do you have leather chairs and sofas in your living room? No leather furniture in the house — it’s all in the playroom.

Is leatherwear tough to clean? I don’t know. You’ll have to ask my boy, boysteve.

What is the significance of leather? Leather is the outward symbol of the ultimate free spirit and rebel. It symbolically binds the leather community together.

How is the gay leather community different from other GLBT groups? The leather community is just like any other GLBT organization or subgroup. I’m not sure why, but leather folk have a tougher time being accepted into the larger hodgepodge. Gay leaders all spout diversity, unity and inclusion. But there’s a fear when it comes to the leather crowd, who only want to help make a difference. They’re afraid that “the outside might take umbrage with the deviants.” Well, we’re all in this together, folks.

Why do you think you won the Mr. Texas 2005 title? I don’t know exactly what the judges thought. I reckon they saw or heard or felt that I was a man of honor, respect, integrity, love and trust, which are the foundations and protocols of the leather movement.

What community involvement have you accomplished as a Texas titleholder? I engage folks in a conversation and listen to what they say. I’d also like to remind folks that being Mr. Leather isn’t about me, or what / want. This is about a legacy that the original leather community hoped to pass on.

If you’re crowned the winner at IML 2005, what would you do as the reigning spokesman? The conversation would deepen and go global. Magic is real. Power is real. It only takes a few to begin the “spell” of change, so it has to be driven by what’s best for all of us. I hope our community would return to our founda- tion: honor, trust, respect, love and integrity. We would take the best of what has worked over the last 60 years and shape it to the here and now. And I’d encourage us to let go of what hasn’t worked.

[ragnarokproofing]

this post is going to be under construction for forever, basically.

i haven't decided on my fake name yet. i live in chicago but i'm leaving soon. late twenties. male. i hold an MFA in creative writing and a BA in game development.

i write fantasy, primarily dark fantasy, but am also interested in urban fantasy and historical fantasy. i have a decade of experience writing and posting fanfic in many different fandoms.

my writing focuses on themes of masculinity and homophobia, transness, sexuality and kink, disability, and gay love/romance.

i speak english and have a questionable grasp of french and czech. i am studying norwegian and old norse/icelandic.

i'm open to tag games and the like but it will probably take me a minute to get to them.

fiction: i'm really passionate about YA lit, even though i'm not writing any right now. my favorite YA authors are laini taylor, alex london (yes, the one plagiarized by james somerton), and margaret rogerson.

my favorite (adult) fiction authors are cathrynne m. valente, ursula k. le guin, and brandon sanderson. my favorite nonfiction authors are neil price, richard preston, and lindsey fitzharris.

film: my favorite directors are masaaki yuasa, robert eggers, and the wachowski sisters. my favorite films are cloud atlas (2012), ravenous (1999), mind game (2004), pom poko (1994), and trick or treat (1986).

i love B movies, and i have a growing collection of DVD movie packs and vinegar syndrome special editions. i have the oversized "champagne and bullets" poster hanging on my wall, and i own the miami connection soundtrack on vinyl. i am one of the only people on earth unironically interested in the history of shot-on-video movies.

music: anything in the "alternative" sphere, but i have a special fondness for folk punk and psychobilly/horrorpunk. my favorite bands are the mountain goats, AJJ, florence + the machine, aganst me!, editors, and baroness.

study/academic topics: my thesis is largely inspired by my passion for viking/medieval scandinavian history and culture. i am studying old norse/old icelandic, in the hopes of being able to read the sagas in their original language.

i love medical history and know everything there is to know about WWI-era facial reconstructive surgery, and plan to write a story about it someday (i was into it before the fitzharris book, goddammit!). i will read any nonfiction book about a part of medical history, whether it's a specific disease or a technique or field.

other: lake superior and the minnesota north shore, minnesota public radio, food culture and food writing, candles and incense that smell like the woods, tattoos that look like woodcuts, collecting enamel pins, travel patches, and mosser cats, fiber arts.

my thesis: a grand-scale dark fantasy novel about a misanthropic wizard academic and an alcoholic viking mercenary trying to save the world. main themes: cultural homophobia, misogyny, and machismo and the way they affect gay men, fascism and surviving under hostile systems, sacrifice and what makes a world worth saving, languages and the way they affect our lives, romance.

vampire story: a short story about a vampire that works at hot topic befriending a community college student in 2007. main themes: being suicidal and what makes life worth living, connection, romance.

viking story: a short horror story about a viking that gets stuck in a cave while searching for his unrequited love, who may or may not be dead. main themes: homophobia and machismo, grief and mourning.

i don't like naming things.

i don't care who follows me.

this blog is occasionally NSFW.

if you post a lot about political issues, i will not follow you. this is because i am here for fun, not to be angry, depressed, homicidal, or suicidal. if you do not like that, get bent. it will not change.

if you are weird to me, i will block you.

if you, under any circumstances, refer to me or any of my male characters as baby, baby girl, girlie, bitch, princess, or any other infantilizing, misogynistic horseshit, i will block you.

that's it.

#my posts #writeblr intro #about me #writeblr

[hetr0ph0bic]

can you do a shuri x riri smut for valentine’s day?

warn; smut jealousy oooo i luv it, porn yall, strength kink, size diff, possessive shuri.

a/n oooo yalll i luvvv this one, ALSO I DIDNT PROOF READ BITCH IM TIRED

JEALOUS

if his bitchass look over here again im going to fucking kill him

needless to say, the night isnt going to play. riri and shuri sit hand in hand, in a booth. the two find themselves at a diner, in chicago for valentines. riri got the invite from instagram.

“ come on shuri please, can we go? plus its a good time since your in town” riri pleaded to shuri.

“oh fine we can go plus i want a good unhealthy american milkshake”.

so here they are slurping on vanilla milkshakes and chewing on a large order of fries. pink and red paper cutouts float all around them. cute hearts and x’s and o’s, placed all over the table. big themed balloons cover the ceiling. and honesty, the night was going so, so well. shuri and riri talk about any and everything. from work and college life to how to eat a milkshake and fries properly. 

“no bruh you have to dip the fry in the milkshake” riri reaches to grab the fry from shuri’s hand 

“what no i don't want to” she weaves riri’s hand, scooting farther in the booth

“what? why not, it's good!” riri gives up and grabs fries from the basket.

“i don't think thats…right. like who wants soggy fries?”

“girl please here just try it” riri dips the fry and hands it to shuri. the older reluctantly strains her neck. with one more look at riri she bites down on the new food. after a few chews, she chimes in.

“mmmm this is good”

“i knoww” riri claps her hands together, happy that shuri actually liked it.

“ although i can feel the diabetes growing on me”

 happiness danced between the two. well, that was until, some guy walked into their sight. he stopped and leaned on the white walls. placing his disgusting eyes of lust on riri.

“ummm” riri begins to shift uncomfortably, shuri speaks up quickly, noticing the change.  

“wait, you know him, because what is he looking at?” shuri starts already on defense mode

“wait, chill. chill! if he doesn’t stop, then we can just leave. okay?”

shuri slowly agrees, and she sets her eyes of the man. he quickly turns his head, noticing a man walking up to him. he says something to the random man, seconds pass, and the ugly eyes are on riri again

“okay, his time is up” shuri rises from the booth

“shuri ! shuri sit down” riri leans over the table, a loose grip on shuri’s wrist

“what?” she speaks but doesn’t move her eyes from the new target

“you can’t just go hitting on people! this is america!!!”

“uhhh okay? your point”

“the chicago police will have our ass because you be hitting people”

“ look, i know you're new here but, america’s navy blue gang doesn’t scare me. plus with your criminal history now you decide to be scary ”

“GIRL-okay look shuri, don't. hurt. nobody”

“riri if his bitchass look over here again im going to fucking kill him”

“oh my god”

“bast what, first of all look at him. thats a MAN! YOUR GAY WITH A GIRLFRIEND. ri he doesn’t even view you as a human, looking at you like that. and i don’t share nor like it”

while the two genius pass words, the nightmare of the night walks up to them. shuri jumps up with no hesitation. riri rushe's to grab her top, yanking her back.

“aye aye slime let holler at you-” 

“she good” shuri speaks up for riri, hoping this guy would just get the hint.

“tuh! i was talking to shawty with the fat-”

 a loud smack is heard throughout the diner. with a blur, riri sees the man’s body fly back. the boy slams into a broken chair. he slumps down on a now broken chair, way pass his original standing point. riri watches and lingers as people gather around the man. slurping pulls her out of the daze, looking over to her right she sees shuri. the royal carries on slurping the vanilla shake.

“ damnit i want the cherry but i can’t get it” 

 “ bruh you can’t be for real right now” 

“i don’t see why you so worried about his ugly ass”

“i’m not worried bout him you just can’t-”

“did he make you feel uncomfy?” riri’s breath gets caught in her throat. he did. and a part of her is happy shuri punched his ass into the wall. riri stammers over her words as shuri sits in the booth.

“oh okay then” shuri says while slurping her straw

riri shakes her head, looking to the right she sees the people walking through the door. two of them, muscled men in blue wrinkly outfits, strutting over to them.

“shuri them people coming, we gotta go” riri grabs the two bags on the table.

“oh okay i’m talking the milkshake, you want the fries tho?”

“no i don’t want no damn fries! let’s go.”

“ooooo aggressive! wait! wait!” riri walks out of the diner, making shuri jogging a bit to catch up with her. shuri sees the tiny girl in a pink top and loose jeans get closer and closer.

“okay slow down! mama slow down!” shuri breathes out and sucks in long breaths

“man bye, stop acting like your tired! im tired. i need a drink after the shit you be pulling” 

shuri thinks it's smart to keep quiet as they walk down the chicago streets, looking for a decent bar. soon the two have two drinks each. watermelon and strawberry margaritas. shuri currently chews on her and riri’s pieces of fruit from their drinks.

“no because? what is wrong with you- like we get it your strong as shit but like all that so unnecessary” riri starts wanting to get to the bottom for why shuri acted like that.

“it’s a problem that i don’t like that bitch”

“stop fucking lying, WHY don’t you like him besides the entire creepy? weirdo? part”

“girl, im not lying”

“ …girl? shuri you buzzed a bit?”

“don’t make me feel like that! so are youu”

yeah they most definitely feel it. luckily two drinks are the limit, only to feel a little buzz. and in riri’s case it allows her to shed the nerves and anxiety. 

“ i know what your problem is” riri smacks and chews on the ice from the drinks.

“ ri please, it's valentines” shuri joins, gnawing down on the ice.

“ girl hush up- you sooo jealous of everything and everyone”

“that’s not true” shuri calls over the bartending closing out the tab. they still linger, chewing on the ice, still talking.

“oh its not true? ok what is then big head”

“number one, your head is bigger than mine. and im not jealous-”

“ you’re right, it's call delusional i mean possessive”

“ yeahh…. and that’s not a crime! i know what i am do you know what you are?”

“ oh easy a genius!”

hours later, shuri is grabbing riri’s hand and leading her out of the bar.

“where we finna go?” the smaller ask but is meet with silence 

“ummm where are you taking me? helloooo answer the question!” riri begins poking the panther's cheeks and tugging their matching clothes.

“ahem ahem! ngangamsha (your majesty) where areth thou taking me”

“ooooo okay you’ve been practicing” shuri breaks the silence, surprised on riri’s improvement

“yeaaa! cuz i’m in the game fr, you know i do this!”

“ but i do have a little surprise. since we had to leave the restaurant because of weirdos”

shuri covers her eyes as she leads her into the further into the airbnb. riri jumps and shakes from excitement.

“ooo okay okay is it food or like something else” riri asks for a hint, while she sticks her hands in the air trying to feel around for the answer.

“i’m not telling you, you’re literally about to see it”

“okay well move your fingers” then she tries to pry shuri’s fingers from her eyes. once the engineer gives up on the method, she starts to duck under the hands. 

“slow down” shuri laughs and her antics slow down 

“ you are gonna hurt yourself” walking a few steps forward shuri let’s riri’s eyes see the room.

valentines theme food is everywhere. from their favorite fruit, desserts,candy. watermelon, cupcakes, cookies, donuts, big candied grapes, every red and pink candy under the sun. and if it isn’t red or pink, it’s covered in colored chocolate. 

“awwww baby this is so cuteee pause. is this our name on the cookies? stawp”

“ yeah since i cut the diner short i thought you would like it”

“like it? i love it ” riri grabs a pink cookie biting into it

“good, i love you” shuri wraps her arms around the smaller’s waist. riri leans her head back on shuri’s chest. she still nibbles on the sweet cookie, eyes full of stars. body working up a nice heat, as shuri rubs up and down. she traces words in her skin and plays with her pink tank top. the smaller twists her body in shuri’s hold. turning to look up at shuri she offers the rest of the cookie. shuri holds on riri as she feeds her the cookie. once shuri has eaten it all, riri brushe's off crumbs and pink sugar pieces with her fingers. soft fingers brush skin around shuri’s lips. 

“clean” riri whisperers.

 riri doesn’t move her fingers though. she slowly makes her way to rest her limbs on shuri’s shoulders. the two share a look of want and need before moving closer.

“i love you too” riri breathes out before shuri crashe's their lips together. small pants fall out of each other's mouths. they both put in effort to wreck the other. riri bites down on shuri’s bottom lip, knowing it will cause her to lose her shit. in return, shuri swipes riri off the ground and puts her against the wall. placing her veiny hand on riri’s jaw, shuri kisses into her mouth. using her other hand, she holds her up against the wall. riri spreads her legs, welcoming shuri into her. shuri grinds their clothed heats together, causing riri to break the kiss.

“ fuck don't stop” riri sucks on shuri's tongue and laps every part of the older’s mouth. tears swell up in the engineer's eyes. growing restless, shuri holds riri to her chest as she makes her way to the bed. 

shuri tightens the hold on riri neck as she dips her long fingers into riri’s pussy. she pumps at a steady pace, curling fingers. riri screams as she plays with the sensitive muscles. she leans down to her lips. using her free hand, she spanks riri’s ass. the recoil doing nothing, but rocking her in the digits even more. 

“spread it open” shuri demands. riri recess her grip the sheets and shuri’s hair. she wiggles her hands to gain more feeling. finally, she reaches down to her legs. hands on her thighs, she pulls them apart.

“ummhmmm keep it like that”

while riri holds her legs, shuri pumps her fingers in and out mesmerized.  she’s in a loop, brown and pink with slick has her in a trance. the only thing breaking her out is the whimpers from the girl herself. she slowly pulls out, eyes locked with riri’s. shuri only has the tip of her fingers in as she pushe's all the away back in and uses her thumb to circle riri’s clit. riri eyes roll to the back of her head as she throws her head back, hitting the bed 

“hhayi (no) get up and look at me” shuri rasps out

on wobbly arms, riri manages to sit back up. shuri again slowly pulls out. she looks at her glistening fingers before offering them riri. as riri tongue swipes over shuri's fingers, the taller allows a long then line of spit to fall over riri’s spread out heat. shuri leans down and kisses riri’s pretty swollen lips. smacking fills the room 

“haa haa fuck shuri mmmm” riri let’s the moans spill out her mouth.

“i bet you thought that shit was cute huh” shuri talks while eating 

“what are talk- fuck me god”

“can’t nobody touch you like this but me."

“can’t nobody do it like you baby” riri cries out. shuri places her hands on riri’s thighs. she pushe's back on her legs, making her body curve. she can make riri’s body rock, and on her mouth she did.  tongue flat she works riri’s body against her. heavy planted up and down her legs go, while shuri's mouth slurps side to side

“fuck baby fuck”

switching it up, she picks up riri from her spread position, and plopping her on her face. above, riri tries to buck away from shuri. griping on to riri’s thighs, shuri continues to eat. juices poop out of the smaller, quickly covering shuri face as they drip down her neck. 

“shuri i’m s-s-sh mama i’m so close”

humming, shuri focuses on riri’s clit, she sucks and licks fast. when riri voice cracks, shuri lick her slit. she watches as the tiny girl arches her back with a cry. riri shakes as shuri continues to please her with her fingers.

finally, shuri eased riri back on the bed. the younger still shaking and sniffing her cry’s 

“okay so how you want it” with a cracked voice, riri starts up.

“what”

“man don’t be asking dumb questions, i said how you want it?”

“well missy… you can wait a second, don’t want you crying in my shit” 

“oh you got jokes!? you think you did yo big one and you DIDN’T” riri raises her voice as she's about to get up. the poor girl didn’t even process shuri moving, but she did. she grabs riri throws her down on the bed again. shuri placed her thumb on her clit, she moved it just a teenie weenie bit

“wait please okay”

“ohh that’s what i thought… and i kinda want you on your knees or something”

“okay” riri slips down off the bed, hitting the tile with haste.

“after you eat a bit” shuri says while passing a plate of fruits and water.

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[fell-contract]

59, 77, and 92 for the kink asks

59. What’s your prepping routine? Are you naturally clean?

So this is a bit of a loaded question! I didn't really get a handle on prepping until the last three-four years. For the sake of transparency I developed a cyst in college that impeded me fully exploring penetration, and it was a journey getting to where I was comfortable accepting pleasure in that way. Now I generally get cleaned up an hour or so beforehand with the ol' douching method, staying on top of my fiber so there's consistency with when I can anticipate I'll be 'ready'. I would say I am naturally ready more often than not but my neuroticism forces me to be especially prepared most of the time.

77. Do you like role play? What scenario turns you on?

Yes absolutely! It's usually anything with a mentor/student dynamic, whether it's coaching or paternal 😅 I like taking orders, basically. But I'm also a brat, so make of that what you will.

92. Have you ever visited a gay bathhouse? A cruising bar?

I have not, there are no such locations here in town. We've talked about trying a bathhouse next time we're in a bigger city like Chicago but also the wild west nature of it feels daunting? A cruising bar seems more manageable, @orions-bolt and I have agreed it would be hot to both venture off a bit and catch each other making out with someone else.

Ask me these!

#ask #thank you bb!

[crowleysaziraphale2003]

Hi lovelies,

Tumblr Fic Commissions

TW: Dark topics briefly mentioned.

Prices

I know the prices below may seem expensive, but I'm a broke uni student who desperately needs the money. I've been writing for fifteen years, and study Creative Writing at undergraduate level. I've been receiving high grades for my work. I've also been writing on AO3 for almost five years now, where I've written free commissions before. Here's a link for a sample of my writing. I accept requests via Tumblr, Instagram, Threads and AO3.

<500 words=£5.

500-1000 words=£10.

1000-1500 words=£15.

1500-2000 words-£20.

2000-2500 words-£25.

2500+ words=£30.

♡ Bonuses ♡

+£5 for addition of OCs.

+£5 for it to be written within three days.

+£10 for fandoms I'm not in or historical/ scientific fics (research).

I take payments via PayPal only, and 50% deposit (refundable for up to 7 days, should you change your mind).

Fandoms I'll write for, at no extra cost: Yuri On Ice, Heartstopper, Good Omens, Andi Mack, Bojack Horseman, Chicago Med, any Osemanverse stuff as well as Heartstopper, Julie and the Phantoms, Percy Jackson, Beetlejuice, Legally Blonde, Mean Girls, Mamma Mia, Waitress and Heathers (former musical theatre kid, what can I say).

I will write:

-Fluff.

-Chaotic fics.

-Group chat fics.

-Silly fics.

-Funny fics.

-Angst fics.

-Character death, if not gory.

-Hurt and comfort.

-Hurt and no comfort.

-Arguments.

-Poly relationships.

-Open relationships.

-Most ships, if any characters involved are of age.

-Enemies to lovers.

-Best friends to lovers.

-Break-ups.

-Song fics.

-Fics that are entirely dialogue.

-Fics that are entirely prose (such as an action scene, or insight into a character's thoughts).

-Platonic fics.

-Friendship fics.

-Found family.

-Coffee shop AU.

-Flower shop/ Tattoo Parlour AU.

-University AU.

-High School AU.

-Historical AU.

-Canon Divergence.

-Fics that read like/ are similar to poems.

-Sick fics.

-Whump.

-Fics involving non-sexual physical intimacy (hugging, holding hands etc. I don't count kissing as sexual as an ace person and will add it to my fics either way).

-I may allude to sex in a fic without writing it.

-Fics dealing with gender dysphoria.

-Fics dealing with questioning sexuality or gender.

-Fics surrounding identity.

-Fics with religious trauma/ guilt.

-Fics with religion as a positive aspect of a character's life.

-Disability as a positive thing.

-Mental health issues, including heavier topics. I will include a TW, of course.

-Fics with a happy ending.

-Fics set in space.

-Fantasy or other genres.

-Heavy topics, such as abortion, AIDS and euthanasia. I think it's important to normalise discussing these things.

-A variety of other AUs, but I will not age underage characters up.

That aside, DM me on Instagram or on my Tumblr asks, or comment on one of my AO3 fics, as with all requests.

I will NOT write:

-Smut (I'm asexual, so for me, it's uncomfortable to write. It's a personal preference. Plus, I've never written it before, and I would like to work in education as well as write, and do not want it showing up during background checks. Please respect this).

-Scenes with drug abuse of any kind.

-Zoophilia.

-Pedophilia.

-Gore.

-Excessive violence (lots of blood, stabbing, shooting. Fight scenes are fine.)

-Anything homophobic, zionist, transphobic, Islamophobic, xenophobic, anti-semitic, racist, sexist, ableist or discriminatory in any way, shape or form. I will write about experiences of ableism for a disabled character, homophobia for a gay character etc but will not write works with the message that these forms of discrimination are acceptable. It should go without saying that they're not.

-Pretty much any non-sexual kink. Again, a personal preference.

-Omegaverse stuff. Or anything with dark, damaged "alpha males" with anger issues involved.

Unless you paid an extra £5 for a fic to come out quicker, commissions may take me up to a few weeks, depending on how many I have to write, my uni workload and stuff going on in my personal life. I will keep you posted about it consistently.

That said, thanks for engaging with this post! I am very grateful for all of your support. It means a lot to me 💗

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[likehephaestionwhodied]

I just saw a post that kinda brushed off “Kink at pride discourse” as being something new that we have to deal with. 

I can not express how much this conversation has been happening since 1970. Every June since pride’s inception “does the leather community belong at pride?” has been happening. 

The leather community who are the focus of “kink at pride” predates the Stonewall riots institutionally by a decade. The Gold Coast, the first gay leather bar was opened in Chicago in 1958. But informally the leather community can trace its roots to the end of WWII when veterans who were used to wearing leather, riding motorcycles and having gay sex came back from war and decided to keep doing those things. 

I don’t think there’s a conversation to be had, the leather community, harnesses, pup masks, and all deserve to be at pride. But the conversation, and the conversation around the conversation, have lost that history. 

#leather historian writes tumblr post instead of his thesis

[shinygalaxyperson]

Ian definitely wants to try the glory hole.

On his Knees - KINK OCTOBER 2022

Day 11 @gallavichthings

Prompt: Open your mouth

Summary: Ian definitely wants to try the glory hole.

Read here or on Ao3

Ian hasn't gone clubbing in a long time, his years as a go-go dancer far behind him.

Lately he’s been craving it, and it’s got nothing to do - obviously - with the rumors he’s heard on the Internet about a particular club in Boystown, and a particular bathroom in that club.

All of this started on a forum dedicated to gay life in Chicago. A particular discussion piqued his interest - quite old, but regularly updated - simply called “glory hole”.  

He doesn't know the club in question at all, and that’s for the best, because even if more than 10 years has passed since his time at the Fairy Tail, he does not want to be recognized. 

So it’s perfect.

Needless to say, he definitely wants to try the glory hole.

At any other club, he could have found someone willing to kneel in front of him and suck his nine-inch dick just by snapping his fingers. Ian knows how he looks, and even if full lips and a welcoming mouth are nice, that isn't what he wants.

Not tonight anyway.

He tries to be discreet, spends a few minutes at the bar, just enough to get a little tipsy. No small talk with the bartenders and certainly no time to be noticed and have someone trying to buy him a drink. The whole plan would be ruined.

Then he sets off to scout it out. He's still a little suspicious - maybe it’s not the right club, maybe the hole is fixed? But when he enters the bathroom, he’s relieved to see he’s at the right place.

The posts on the forum said: if you want to get sucked, go to the second to last stall.  That’s not what Ian wants - so he goes to the last stall and waits. 

The place is just like Ian imagined, graffiti and crude words on the wall, he traces the hole with his finger, a timid touch as if someone on the other side might grab him at any moment.  

And while it’s not the cleanest place he’s been, he’s seen worse, so Ian goes down on his knees and waits.

****

Mickey likes this club, he comes regularly. He has to take the L to Boystown but it’s worth it. A lot of businessmen in suits fall for his bad boy look and he has a good time here.

The famous glory hole in the bathroom is a bonus. He’s used it once or twice. It’s fun, like foreplay before one of the guys takes him home.

Tonight, something unusual happens. He spots a tall redhead he’s never seen before. He would’ve noticed him - very beautiful face with broad shoulders and big hands that could pin him down on a bed.

The guy looks uncomfortable, drinking alone. Maybe he's waiting for someone. 

Mickey looks at him for a few minutes, but the redhead doesn’t interact with anyone, staring at his feet, not trying to dance.

Maybe it’s his first time here, maybe he's still in the closet. When he sees him heading for the bathroom, he thinks he’d like to go down on his knees for this guy. So he follows him. He’s convinced a guy like this has been maybe blessed by nature, and Mickey’s definitely a size queen.

He lets his imagination run wild, anticipating two large fingers in his greedy hole, preparing him for a big cock. But to his surprise, the bathroom’s last stall is closed.

It’s unexpected because he assumes this kind of guy would only want one thing. That Mickey would be the one getting on his knees and doing the sucking. Maybe he doesn’t know the rules of the place, it doesn't matter, Mickey could go both ways.

He closes the stall door behind him and waits. Usually after a few seconds, the guys pull their pants down and slide their dicks in the hole.

Nothing happens

And after a while, Mickey thinks that maybe the guy’s just using the bathroom and he starts feeling uncomfortable. Then he sees two fingers appear through the hole beckoning him to come.

Interesting.

****

Ian’s heart is beating like crazy, after he does his “give it to me” gesture, there's the distinct sound of a belt being unbuckled. He waits, his chest heaving in anticipation, until finally the guy on the other side is shoving his cock through the hole.

It's better than he could've expected. Something about that gorgeous bare cock jutting through that filthy duct-taped hole, waiting for Ian to have his way with it, with no one to see him or wonder why he wants to be on his knees getting face-fucked. The cock is perfect, pink and wide, so hard and tastes so fucking good.

****

After pushing his pants down, Mickey says, his voice deep of lust: “open your mouth.”

He gives his dick to the man, who takes it into his welcoming lips, and starts sucking desperately at the head.

Holy fucking shit, it’s good, Mickey moans in pleasure. This mouth is so hungry for his cock, “this what you want?” The guy moans softly and doesn’t stop, taking it even deeper into his throat. 

The man is more than willing to please. “Yeah, I’m gonna fuck your pretty mouth.” He sucks harder. Mickey thinks this might be turning the man on as much as him. 

 “Do you like that? Being my little bitch? On your knees, sucking my cock?” 

 ***

This guy’s got a dirty mouth. Ian is so hard that it’s painful. He wants to open his pants and relieve himself but he can’t. He wants to make the man come in his mouth first, wants to take his load so much, like a thirsty man in the desert.

The guy's hips are pressed against the wall, pushing his cock as far through the hole as possible. He can hear soft moans coming from the other side of the wall, and he figures he must be doing something right.

  ****

This is so good, but it’s not enough. Mickey grabs the top of the wall in his hands for balance and starts rocking his hips, fucking his pretty mouth. The man takes everything, moaning without shame, like he's born to suck his dick.

****

The man is going to come, Ian can feel it. The rough voice then says, “you’re gonna take my cum, bitch? I know you want it.” And Ian can only groan harder in response. And then he feels it, several pulses of come in his mouth, and he swallows hungrily.

It’s too much for him. He comes too, just like that, drunk on the man's taste. The whole experience was so good that he could cry. He licks the man’s cock completely, cleaning the last drop on the slit, not ready to let this beautiful cock go.    

*****

This mouth was the best he’d ever had, Mickey thinks as he  regretfully pulls his dick back into his pants, zips up and leaves. This place has rules and Mickey respects them.        

***

After he hears the door close, Ian waits a minute, leaves the bathroom, goes back to the bar and sits down next to a man drinking. The man looks at him with a smile before pushing a glass of Coke in front of him.

"Satisfied?" inquires the man. 

“Very satisfied,” replies Ian with a grin, touching his lips dreamily.

“Can we go home now?” says the man, sighing. “This place is so loud.”

 Ian kisses his husband’s cheek softly. “Yeah, take me home.”

#gallavich #ian x mickey #kinktober 2022 #fanfiction #usercalli

[pyrrhicraven]

Can we get more headcannons for your fics? 🥺

I'm hyper-fixated on my fic The Devil's Trap, so that's what this will be for/from! Also, I wrote a lot so under the cut lol

Since Mario and Luigi lived in Brooklyn they've seen and been involved in a mugging. (Poor Luigi just gives them his wallet-Mario gets loud and in the face of whoever is trying to mug him) Both brothers will attempt to stop someone else from getting robbed or hurt. Don't even get them started on the whole New York pizza versus the Chicago pizza! And they are picky about Italian food since their Ma cooks authentic Italian dishes.

Luigi has a collection of sunrise and sunset pictures from both worlds by him and Mario and loves taking pictures of just about anything. He's taken a few from his room in Boo's castle and one of a sunset from the ramparts.

Mario is now a bit more relaxed living in the mushroom kingdom takes time to paint. During the rainy season, Luigi likes to knit which usually means someone (Family) is teasing him for being an old lady and Mario likes to bake during the cold seasons, which he also gets ribbed for.

Dogs normally like Mario but not Luigi, and the opposite for cats. Ferrets like both of them but there was an incident where a ferret bit Luigi and wouldn't let go even as he spun around the room screaming for someone to get it off of him. Mario doesn't like snakes but they love to curl up with Luigi who isn't too concerned by the behavior for some reason (He thinks they are cute, but Mario thinks he's weird)

Both brothers have some size kinks...

Luigi knew he liked people taller than him (Spike and Destiny Del Vecchio) But when confronted with King Boo's humanoid form well-

Mario hates being called small even if he's only 5'2. But he likes that Peach is taller because that means She has long legs and he is most certainly a butt-and-leg guy) I mean perfect height to get a great view of her butt for sure.

Also, I've kind of head-cannoned Luigi really had a thing for Destiny, I mean He had a big fat crush on her clearly by the way he said her name in the movie lol I mean I have him down as gay but maybe he's andro?

Both brothers have dated, not successfully before the events of the movie. Luigi, somewhat worried about his family's opinion dated a few women and knew without a doubt that they were not his thing even if he harbored a crush on Destiny for a long time.

Mario won't mention the time he got high with friends and kissed a guy, or the fact Donkey Kong grew on him a bit. He's married now so that's not going to be a thing lol

Peasly knighted both brothers, partly because he didn't want to marry Peach and knew Knighting Mario would allow those two to marry if they wanted, and partly because he hoped that he might get with Luigi-who was oblivious to that one, but Mario wasn't! As usual! Daisy had a good laugh at the oblivion and ribbed Peasly a couple of times for it.

Daisy, Rosalina, and Peach decided it was safe to invite Luigi to girls' night because he was a relaxing friend to be around when he wasn't freaking out about whatever. Plus put a few glasses of wine in his system and he's way more chill. Give him something stronger and he's a big ol flirt.

Mario is one of the rare few who are truly allergic to alcohol, went to a party when in high school and had to go to the hospital poor guy.

King Boo...This jerk has been a pain to write because there is so little known about him. So I gave him the back story that he and his family were murdered by a rival kingdom many years before any of the kingdoms as we know them were formed, their castle burned to the ground while they were in it-Boo himself stabbed and died before the fire could kill him.

Bowser is allied with Boo but would probably throw him under a bus if he thought for a second it would help his cause and Boo is aware of that.

#creative writing #fanfiction #super mario bros #mario and luigi #answering asks #asks #and yes I know Mario isn't 5'2 offically