#gay pair-ee

[abigails-gf]

abby anderson x fem reader.

you take abby, your best friend, to a gay bar.

warnings: alcohol, smut, oral sex, fingering, public sex. (all r!receiving).

hii !! happy pride month to you all ! <33 um .. so here's my gift in honor of this month hehe !! .. some friends to lovers w/ smut !! 💌💌 this is my first time writing like ,, proper smut (??) so i'm sorry if it's bad aah. .. anyway !! tysm for all the love on my posts!! makes me so happy !! ee <33 bisous !! 💭 💋 (ps this gif is so OHMGOD .. her nose . need her so bad)

“you owe me, now.” abby said before opening the bar’s door, holding it for you. you rolled your eyes and walked into the crowded place, abby following you. it was loud. some people were dancing while others were sitting in corners, drinks in hands. you held abby’s wrist and walked through the dancefloor, making your way to the bar.

you sat down on a stool, and looked at the crowd. “you didn’t tell me we were coming to a gay bar.” abby yelled next to you. “well, if i told you, you would’ve said no. plus, it’s fun! you’ll see.” you answered, playfully hitting her shoulder. she smiled and called for the bartender. “what are you doing?” you asked abby who was holding her wallet. “are you blind? i’m paying for our drinks.”

“no, you’re not.” she put thirty dollars on the table, looking back at you, smirking. “yes, i am. you owe me even more, now.” you looked into her eyes and smiled. “whatever.”

the bartender came back with your drinks. “yours looks good! can i taste it?” you said as abby took a sip from her drink. she licked her lips and handed it to you. “didn’t realize it was so sweet.” you brought the straw to your lips, feeling abby’s eyes on them. the drink was indeed sweet – it tasted like cranberries and strawberries. you could barely taste the alcohol in it. you looked back at abby, the the straw still in between your lips. you noticed how her cheeks slightly turned pink when you turned to her. “s’good! really good.”

she smiled and took a sip from her glass. as she was looking at the people around, you took the time to look at her. she had her shoulders on the table, her hand holding her head and the other holding her drink. her hair was in its signature braid, two strands of hair falling on both sides of her face. she was wearing a black shirt and a pair of jeans. “are you done looking at me like that?” you could see a faint smirk on her lips. “don’t know what you’re talking about.” she chuckled and turned to you. “sure, love.”

the minutes passed and you were on your third drink. “can’t believe you’re still single. you’re tellin’ me no one wants to fuck you?” she snorted and looked back to you. “yeah, that’s exactly why i’m single.” abby was still sober, despite her second drink. you, on the other hand, were a little drunk. “d’you wanna dance?” abby shook her head. “c’mon, abs!” you whined. she drank from her glass and turned to you. “i’m not gonna dance. but you can go, i’ll stay here.” she smiled softly. you nodded and walked in the crowd of dancing people.

abby looked at your silhouette as you jumped and danced next to other people. she would’ve been a liar if she said she didn’t find you pretty tonight, or any other day, really. you were wearing a white shirt, some of the upper buttons undone, almost revealing your chest, and a tight pair of black jeans. you were smiling, and probably yelling the lyrics of the song that was playing.

“hey.” a girl sat next to abby. abby smiled politely at her and drank from her glass. “d’you wanna..” the girl said, bringing her index and middle finger on the sides of her mouth, her tongue out. abby looked at her, confused. “uh, no. thanks?” the girl sighed. “can i at least buy this gorgeous girl a drink?” she smiled and started rubbing abby’s arm. “no, sorry. i’m not interested.” abby said, shaking her arm. the girl didn’t bother saying goodbye and left.

abby focused back on the crowd, looking for you. it seemed you moved from the spot you were a few minutes before. abby looked around; on the other side of the bar, or in the sitting corners – but you were nowhere to be found. “god, where is she.” abby tried to call you a few times before realizing you had left your bag in her car.

she got up and went straight in the crowd, saying ‘sorry’s as she pushed people, trying to find you. she ended up asking someone if they saw you, describing you. “oh yeah! she was with this chick, and they went to the restrooms. they’re probably going at it right now!” the person laughed. abby clenched her jaw, thanking them and walking through the crowd towards the restrooms.

she opened the door. and there you were; sitting on the sink, making out with some stranger. abby walked towards you and grabbed your wrist, almost making you fall. “what the fuck!” you yelled out. abby walked out of the restrooms and still held your wrist firmly. you tried to get out of her grip but in vain.

once you two made it out of the bar, she let go of your wrist. you looked at her, angry. “what’s wrong with you?! i could’ve gone home with her!” abby was breathing heavily. “i’m the one that’s supposed to take you home!” she took a step back and brought her hands to her face. “christ.” she whispered. “you’re just jealous! because you don’t have anyone to kiss!” you yelled out. abby chuckled. “mhm. sure.” she answered, staring at you, crossing her arms. “it’s not because no boys want to shag you that you get to ruin my one night stands! you don’t get to ruin that!” you said, pointing a finger at her.

you were now close to abby, your finger almost touching her. abby was still staring at you, her arms crossed. “you come here and you ruin my fucking life – just like that!” your voice cracked a little. “you don’t get to do that, abby! stop doing this to me!” you shouted, trying to push abby. she didn’t move one bit.

abby held your hands in hers, making you look up at her. “are you done?” she asked gently. you didn’t answer, your eyes going up and down between her eyes and her lips.

she smiled and kissed you softly. “do i get to do that?” she smiled. you nodded, your lips finding hers. “please.” you whined against her lips. abby took you back to her car, opening the back seat door.

“here?” you asked, unsure. abby smirked and kissed you. “mhm. we both need it, don’t we?” she closed the door. abby started leaving kisses on your neck. “but – what if people see us?” abby bit the skin on your shoulder and looked back at you. “don’t worry ‘bout that.” you smiled and kissed her.

she kissed your neck as she unbuttoned your shirt. “fuck –” she said as she cupped your breast in her hands, making you gasp. “i knew you weren’t wearing a bra.” abby licked your left nipple before sucking on it, making you moan. she did the same with the right nipple, while pinching on your left one. you could feel her cunt against your knee, rubbing against it each time she moved a bit. “fuck – abby... i need you. please.”

she sucked the skin in between your breasts before unzipping your pants. “wait, abs. you’ve never done this before, have you?” she looked up at you and smirked. “i’ll just do what i’ve been dreaming of, i guess.” you blushed at the remark and leaned down to kiss her before standing up a bit so she could pull your jeans down to your ankles.

“look at that.” she said, caressing you through your underwear. “is that wet spot just for me?” you looked down at her. “mhm. for you.” she slapped your clothed cunt, making you bite your lip. “it better be.”

she didn’t take your underwear off at first. she brought a finger to your lips and traced your slit. you brought your hand down. “no.” she said, holding it. “you don’t get to touch yourself. i’m the one who gets to do that tonight.” she smirked at you before putting her face between your legs, her nose against your clit and her lips against yours. she moved her face in order to stimulate your clit and licked you through the fabric. “please, abby.” you rubbed yourself against her nose, moaning each time it felt a little too good.

“do i get to taste you? you owe it to me, don’t you?” she said, playing with the elastic of your underwear. you nodded frantically letting her pull it down with your jeans. she groaned at the view. “s’pretty...” she parted your lips and smiled. “so wet f’me..” she brought the tip of her index finger and rubbed it in between your lips. “so fucking wet.”

you looked down as abby was leaving small kisses on your inner thighs and over your clit. she put her tongue out, making you moan. “such a pretty pussy.. all f’me.” you couldn’t help but grind against her face. “please, abby. need you...” you whined. she lowered her mouth, her tongue was now playing with your lips. she looked up to see you mouth open, eyes slightly closed – you looked gorgeous like that. she took two fingers to part your lips before she pushed the tip of her tongue inside you. she groaned, feeling the warmth and wetness on her tongue. she continued licking, earning beautiful sounds from you. your hands found their way behind her head. you were shamelessly grinding against her as her tongue went deeper inside of you.

she groaned whenever you moaned her name, whenever she felt you push her head forward. “abby – fuck. feels s’good.” you pouted. abby moaned and took her tongue out, looking up. “you taste so good, my love.” her lips were pink and glistening with your juices, you whined at that sight. she kissed you, making you taste herself on her tongue.

abby sat next to you. “don’t close your legs, just yet.” she ordered, putting her hand between your thighs. her hand made its way to your clit. you gasped when she applied pressure on it. “want you to cum on my fingers, baby. can you do that?”

“mhm!” you tried to hold your moans, as she rubbed your clit, looking out the window next to you. you almost forgot that you were in her car – too focused on her. “don’t look outside, baby. look at me.” she ordered.

she kissed you passionately, rubbing your clit at a faster pace. you started grinding into the seat, making abby smile. “you’re making a mess, aw.” you whined as she slapped your cunt with her other hand. “such a good girl.” abby said, getting some of your wetness up to your clit.

she continued rubbing it, adding more stimulation when she used her other hand to play with your breasts. you couldn’t stop moaning, your hips moving against abby’s hand. “‘m close.. abby.” she smirked and kissed your neck. “you owe me, remember? so you better cum when i tell you to.” she whispered. you clenched around nothing – which abby noticed and quickly used the hand that was on your breast to finger you. “let’s see if you can take two fingers, mmh?”

abby put her index and middle finger inside of you, making you gasp and moan when you felt them moving inside of you. “fuck. abby! please!” you were a whiny mess, begging abby to let you cum, moving your hips in chase of your orgasm. abby smirked when she felt you clench around her fingers, pumping in and out of your cunt faster. you were moaning loudly, and she secretly hoped that the girl you were making out with earlier heard how good she made you feel.

“i’m gonna cum!” abby kissed you, rubbing your clit with her thumb as her fingers curled up inside of you. “c’mon, cum for me. cum for me, y/n.” she continued to finger you, rubbing your clit faster. you opened your mouth against her lips, a loud moan coming out of it, her fingers still inside of you as you finally came. abby kissed your jaw as you were catching your breath. “mhm, just like that baby. such a good girl.”

she looked down while pulling out her fingers out, looking at how much they were glistening. she brought them to your mouth. “open for me.” you opened and sucked on her fingers, making a ‘pop’ sound when letting them out. “s’good.” abby kissed you, licking your tongue.

“it was so good, abs...” you said, putting your jeans back on. you looked at her and kissed her. “i don’t owe you shit now, do i?” abby smiled. “mmh, do you?” she joked before kissing you once more. “c’mon, i’m taking us home.”

#abby anderson #abby tlou #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby x reader #abby anderson x you #the last of us #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou2 #tlou x reader #abby anderson blurb #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut

[tweedledumandtweedlebum]

I am writing this as a form of much needed closure. I am truly heartbroken. Not only has a talented actor like Max Bowden been axed in the most vile way right before his birthday, but Ballum has been forever destroyed. Nobody can play Ben Mitchell like MB. He made the character his own. The same goes for Callum and Tony Clay, obviously. Together, they've created something special and unique, speaking to vastly different audiences from different countries (check the comments on YouTube), age groups, cultures... Now, we will never see Ben's journey towards healing through therapy, or Callum adopting Lexi and being rightfully recognized as her Dad #2, or a new Ballum baby. We will be forever deprived of a story potraying Callum delicately supporting his husband in overcoming his issues with intimacy through tenderness and patience, in a beautiful parallel with Ben's support to Callum while coming to terms with his sexuality. We will never know how two gay dads would face the challenges of raising a motherless teenage girl, keeping in mind the abuse they received from their own farhers in order to break the cycle. We will never see a couple of happily married, monogamous men bringing up their own child (imagine a boy... I'm crying), trying to balance work, family, friends and romance. We will never have this queer little family thrive and be there for each other. We will be denied that incomparable mix of humour and passion, intense conflict and lighthearted banter, sexiness and occasional awkwardness that is Ballum played by MB and TC. Apparently, this is not suitable material for soaps.

And even if EE writers didn't live up to the task of doing justice to this wonderful pair, we knew we could always rely on a number of lovely fanfic authors doing the job with outstanding sensitivity in their own original voices.

What a waste.

Thank you to all the people who actively contributed to the fandom. Most of all - even though they'll never read this - thank you to Max and Tony from the bottom of my heart. I don't think you can full grasp the way your Ben and Callum have affected the fans. May life always bring you happiness and recognition, and give you back at least some of the joy you spread.

💙💙

#ballum #ben mitchell #callum highway #eastenders #ben x callum #max bowden #tony clay #lexi pearce #ao3

[respectthepetty]

Since I decided the best way to make it through Our Skyy 2 with minimal damage is to drink my way through it, welcome to the fourth round of

CockTails in the Skyy!

This week's drink is Purple Pair for these color-coded boys in love:

Absolut vodka because vodka is my least favorite liquor (just like this show), but Absolut since much like this company, I'm gonna support my fellow queers no matter what

cranberry juice for Puen's pink(ish)

curaçao for Talay's blue

lavender syrup and rock candy on the rim for the wild switcheroo between calm and chaos

Last week's preview got me very excited for this installment to see these two be dads, but because I love spoilers, I already know I'm gonna be pissed, so . . . (-_-)

Bottoms up!

TALAY WASN'T THERE FOR PUEN'S BIRTHDAY?! We are starting with violence!

They can't go on this trip because of Puen, but it started with me being upset at Talay. I see we are also sticking to deceit.

During finals, I put a sign on my door of Drake's "Hotline Bling" stating: "Visiting without a prior appointment" vs. "Emailing me" because people be bold just popping in. I relate to Talay in his tent.

Puen started off by wearing fading pink, but now they are both wearing Talay's blue. If they both end wearing pink, I'll be happy.

This is disgustingly cute, but I can't even enjoy this because I know what nonsense is going to happen.

I'm obsessed with IKEA and Buc-ee's, so I will not judge Puen making it rain Lay's on his man. I don't need to understand it. I respect it.

We constantly mentioned how Vice Versa was snagging all the product placements, so The Eclipse could exist, but VV got Lay's money and YAMAHA?! This show was making bank! Because I keep seeing the Gran Turismo trailer, cue Nas x P. Diddy's "Hate Me Now" - You wanna hate me then hate me, what can I do but keep gettin' money

I'm upset! This shit is cute! Yet, it's gonna get fucked up BY LIES!

I don't know why it didn't register during the previews, but they really threw this kid out in the middle of a rainy night to kickstart these shenanigans! In the words of the best gay pirates, "The Fuckery"

Puen not wanting Jigsaw to feel alone because he felt alone all his life would be touching if not for the LIES!

I have been done with this drink since part one, and I'm getting more upset with each passing minute.

I can't wrap my head about Neo. Not even thinking about Kan when he appears on the screen even though I just saw him last week in The Eclipse. This man is going to be the best slutty villain in Only Friends. I feel it!

The Red and Blue have been dating for five years, but one of them is a LIAR *Elle Woods from Legally Blonde throwing Lay's chips at the TV screen*

Now they are switching colors. Jigsaw, look at the Papa who is a color-coded LIAR!

I need TWO Purple Pairs to make it through the second episode. *plays hold music*

Multicolor for multi-lies

I haven't even mentioned us not getting Fuse x Aou. The only side crumbs that are thriving are MarcPawin and they weren't even in a show! Our Skyy 2 is not serving my side pairs agenda at all.

Nivea now?! Dr. Jimmy, the dermatologist, is snatching skincare sponsors like Dr. Mix, the veterinarian, is grabbing pet food ones. "AXE ABOUT ME! I'm a hustla, Imma Imma hustla, homie!" - Jay-Z

Jigsaw wearing blue then red while Talay and Puen switch colors makes me upset because THE LIES, THE LIES, THE LIES!

And now Jigsaw is wearing all the colors while Talay and Peun both wear yellow. I'm livid, y'all.

We were robbed!

We were robbed by this show the same way it's robbing these companies of their money because they got that tea $$$ too (in their shared yellows)

"My house is next to a forest." Bro, what? Talay, for you to have dated a liar for five years, I'd expect you to be better at lying.

This Red and Blue are dating. I'm taking no questions.

AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! Two got me fucked up with this bullshit plan!

"It feels like I'm lying to him." Puen, what would lying look like if this isn't it? Just curious. What else have you "not lied" about? Your name, perhaps? staying salty

The Three Stooges: BL Style.

Disciplining kids is rough. Couldn't be me. Could. Not. Be. Me.

Such a sweet moment of Puen telling Talay he can rely on him and tell him anything . . . while he omits the truth.

Puen waking up in blue knowing damn well he done effed up is delightful, but not as great as Tup's (Neo's) walk run! Now, that is the walk of a man who knows he effed up and lost his sister's kid.

Talay can lie! Thank goodness!

Oh shit! He lied since the night before about the discipline?! I didn't think Talay had it in him. Damn. Good for him.

Tane in Our Dining Table and Jigsaw are two of the cutest children who deserve all the stuffed animals and all the hugs.

Such a lovely speech ruined by the undercurrent of lies and singing on the beach.

It didn't end with them in pink. (-_-)

I'm seeing red after this installment because this would have been a solid 9/10 if it weren't for the lie. I'm in my Our Dining Table feels, so seeing two men with a kid would have made this the best Our Skyy 2's episodes so far, yet it fumbled in the final stretch and flipped the tables, which means I have to flip the score.

6/10 CockTails for making me fall in love with a plot that never existed, but still funding the entire Our Skyy 2 series with its product placements.

Now I have to prepare for the singing in a show about singing when for the past four weeks, all I've gotten is singing. Thankfully, Fourth will wear glasses, and Mark will make an appearance.

Side couple, please?

#Our Skyy 2 #Puen x Talay #episodes 7 & 8 #Vice Versa #Cocktails in the Skyy #Daddy Sharks #every week is more singing

[ssawboness]

🥩 STOOP KID // SSAWBONESS 🥩

💾 he/him, wasian jew, trans guy. autism + bpd, may entirely disappear from socmed for extended periods of time. i don't read dnis.

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[untitledducklett]

Hello my name is Cael Adair [kale ah-dare], he/they, I'm a bodyguard living in Kalos with my Vanitian Absol Berior [Bear-ee-or]. I am a faller from a version of Tolkien's Legendarium though pokemon don't exist there. I do miss home a lot but I try to remember that I have a life here too.

Edit: my rotom finally deigned to teach me how to post photos here so have best boy doing his most regal pose

^ this is a picture I took of Berior a couple weeks before all distortion broke out. He is a Vanitian Absol, a critically endangered, variant that I'm working to help preserve. My mother sent me some of Professor Chestnut's notes on two of the more common extant variants (by comparison at least) which can be found here: x x.

Update: I got a bunch of new Pokémon

Momma the Vanitian Ariados: She ended up in my backyard during the Shadow Sky incident having taken it upon herself to rescue as many Pokémon as she could. Unfortunately she irreversibly damaged her exoskeleton so now she wears a prosthetic whenever she's out of the ball.

Lucretia the Vanitian Leavanny: A long time resident of the VPPS sanctuary she was immediately adopted by Momma and the pair became inseparable so I adopted them both.

Étienne the Vanitian Abra (Pronounced Et-tee-un): We were really close when he was alive. I guess now that Yves is dead he decided he wanted to stick around to keep my dumb ass safe. I really missed him.

Galadbain [Gal-ahd-bane] the fucked up Meowth Raikou: He was hatched from an egg that was left on my doorstep by Arc only knows what. He is naught but a stinky babey man who does gay baby crimes.

Bob the UD Absol: Anxiety thy name is Bob. I adopted him during the Kill 'em With Kindness fundraiser. Originally I hadn't planned on taking any of the UD Pokemon in but we all know my weakness for Absols. It'll take time but I know he'll flourish here.

<bzzt: he forgot to add a picture of himself so I decided to go through his portfolio and found this. Hopefully he doesn't notice.>

OOC things (including art notes for Cael):

New rule: if you reblog an ask game from me please send something in or look through my meme tag and find another meme to send in if the one I reblogged doesn't work.

Hi! You can call me Shopkey, I'm 28, on est, and I've been rping since September 2013. I will follow from @themerrymutants. Most of my experience is with more traditional lit rp so forgive any hiccups or force of habits. I'll try to keep ooc to a minimum but there will be some reblogs of lore from over on my main.

Cael has deer-like ears which are kept hidden underneath beanies whenever he's somewhere with cameras. If there aren't he usually uses illusions to hide them but beanie is his go-to. His sense of style and appearance are based on Magnus Bane from the Shadowhunters TV show. Berior is missing his left front leg and there is a scar there.

Cael (link takes you over to his bio over on themerrymutants) is a muse over on my main themerrymutants and this blog is based on his 'for queen and country' verse in which he was a guard for Queen Pascale of my friend's fan region Vanitas (a kingdom which eventually merged with greater Kalos about 2k years ago)

Cael keeps his backstory as a dimension-hopping elven menace but here he hides it well. Eventually, his lies will catch up to him but, for now, he's trying not to rouse too much suspicion. I haven't decided whether he keeps his wood elf magic or not yet as I've been told that people aren't as keen on interdimensional weirdness as I am.

#pkmn irl #rotumblr #yes I'm a refugee from a certain other hellish site #I'll figure out how this app works eventually #//the lines come from pokemon lines over on dA and have been heavily edited by me #//originally I was going to have vanitian absol mega evolve but I decided to have them more resemble mega than actually get a mega #//totally for lore reasons and not because I don't want to try and figure out what their wings would look like

[ronmanmob]

🍎 How do they flirt with the same sex?

Questions for LGBT AF muses

"D'pends if I know 'im 'n me's like-minded" Ron said, nodding discretely towards the Pride flag that was hung pride of place in the window of the store he and Tabs had taken a pause from a day's adventuring by. She'd promised him the garment district today - in service of his aunt May's fabric hoarding habit - and true to form she'd not disappointed. Ron had learned more about silks and laces than he ever thought he would, and they'd only been into two shops yet.

"If I know we are m'a lot...A lot more at ease wiv fings than if m'tryin' t'puzzle aht if 'ee's amenable t'attention off annovah man." The memory of how he got the pair of scars under his chin flickered into life - a workman's boot and a Soho alley; a workman who Ron, eighteen and naive, had smiled at all friendly on his way out of a London gay club and who'd taken umbrage. "If I ain't sure, fings're always left real dismissible. Real easy t'miss - a li'le extra wiv a drink, righ? A chocolate Flake from be'ind th'bar. Shamrock on 'is Guinness wiv four leaves instead'a f'ree. Dip me 'ead near 'is when 'ee speaks t'make sure 'ee knows m'lissenin'...Much similar fings as I'd do wiv a mate. Like I say -- y'can't be too careful.

"Bu' if I know m'in like company - if I know 'ee's amenable - fings c'n be less oblique. Ain't afraid t'tell a man I fink 'ee's gorgeous. M'straightforward like tha' - don't mince words. I follow people's lips when they talk quite offen, bu' if m'flirtin' I'll watch while 'ee ain't speakin' too, 'n I won't 'ide th'fact m'watchin'. There's touch as well a'course, bu' tha' c'n be a bit deadly f'me -- a bit 'air-raisin' if th'tides ain't righ'. So tha' ain't my mainstay; ain't 'ow I'd pick t'flirt mos'. I's words mos' offen. Gifts, like I say. Acts'a service."

#NYC!verse #<- with Tabs #//fankoo so much for sending this in darling #tw: homophobia mention

[sillygoofyfart]

#me when im silly

[writteninsunshine]

Fuck You Very Much - Fizzarolli/Asmodeus - NSFWish

Title: Fuck You Very Much

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie’s House, Beach In The Human World

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)

Genre: Angst/Romance/Family

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 4551

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 12 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse Dynamics, Angels And Demons, Ozzie’s Parents Suck, Unsanitary, Vomit, Vomiting, Fainting, Sexual Situations, Love Confessions, Angst, Established Relationship, Threats, Fantasy Racism, Religion, Blasphemy

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything except for Valore and Abstemiounessa.

Summary: Fizzarolli had never known Ozzie even had parents, much less that they'd be leaving Hell to meet them. Maybe he shouldn't have wanted to come so badly.

AN: Hey guys, it’s me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!

Alright, so, I’ve been toying with the idea of Ozzie’s Seraphim Royalty parents, since in one classification of demons he, alongside Beelzebub and Leviathan, were Seraphim princes. I have kind of combined a few different ones for the sake of it, to be honest. Demonology has always been a special interest of mine so this is fun for me. Regardless, Abstemiounessa (Ab-Steam-Ee-Oh-Ness-Uh) and Valore (Vale-Ore) are two of my newest OCs. 

This is going to be the first fic in a series of two, though I dunno if the second one is going to be a longshot or a chapter fic if I’m honest. At any rate, I love these two even if they’re absolutely assholes. They’re very pretty assholes.

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Fic Masterlist

Fuck You Very Much

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“Absolutely fucking not.” Ozzie’s voice was a loud, commanding growl, but Fizzarolli didn’t back down this time. He knew Ozzie would never hurt him, and so he felt comfortable in his defiance, standing his ground on the center island in the kitchen. Extending his legs, he kept himself just slightly lower than Ozzie’s eyes, his own cut into glowing slits as he pointed at him with a curved arm and sharp index finger.

“I’m going with you. You can’t just go to Earth alone!” Not like this, I don’t trust them went unsaid, because that was something wildly inappropriate for their relationship. It wasn’t like an imp could withstand a holy weapon; If Ozzie’s parents wanted to kill their son, the best Fizzarolli could do was be a demonic meat shield and hope for the best.

Anything for Ozzie.

The removal of his horns, arms, and legs in the name of lust, in the name of Ozzie’s pleasure, proved that, if nothing else. His devotion was wholly and intensely dedicated to Asmodeus, King of Lust, the best lay, the demon whose pores oozed sex appeal, the demon that understood him better than anyone. Olli chased any form of gratification, physical or otherwise, and his dogged faithfulness to Ozzie was due in part to that. Once one fucked literal lust himself, that was it. Nothing and nobody else could compare, and Ozzie had been gifted Olli’s virginity. He’d never been with anyone else, and he didn’t want to be.

“I’ll be fine, Olli Baby, it’s not that big a–”

“Don’t. You. Dare.” The authoritative tone from the imp before him took Ozzie aback, and he gazed at him with all three sets of eyes filled with intense scrutiny. Fizzarolli wasn’t the type to challenge him very often, he usually stuck to following Ozzie’s lead in most things, but if he put his foot down, he meant it, “I’m going with you and that’s the fucking end of it.”

For a moment, Ozzie simply gawked at him, his lips parted slightly, and it was the bull to move first. He nuzzled Fizzarolli’s cheek, followed by the goat head, and finally, the main one followed suit. The kiss he gave his imp was gentle, searching, needing something, some answer to a question malformed and ugly in his head. It lasted too long, made the air polluted by the acrid scent of upset that brought tears to Olli’s eyes, and finally, Ozzie pulled back.

“I… I don’t wanna see you get hurt.” He said this like he knew it was guaranteed that violence would befall them, and Fizzarolli thought he might be sick.

“So you know you’re going to get hurt, and you’re going alone anyway,” The thought made him gag and he had to take a moment to get himself back under control. Tears dripped down his cheeks that he willed away with all his heart but couldn’t stop them despite his best attempt, “And you want to leave me here to worry myself into an early grave.”

Those words pulled a loud snarl out of the King, who swiped up his imp into his arms and cradled him close to his face. Fizzarolli curled up against him on reflex, relishing in all three heads nuzzling and pressing close to him, unwilling to leave him be. However, he was still anxious, due to the growling, the dichotomy between the angry sounds and clingy behavior.

“Don’t you fucking say that. Don’t… Don’t say it. Never say that to me ever again.” Ozzie was terrified of what would happen to him when his mortal demon died. Eighty, ninety years might seem like a long time to Olli, but to Ozzie, it was the blink of an eye. He didn’t want to think about it, and he didn’t want to think of the other dying today, “You’re not fucking dying on me.” Not yet.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, Olli pushed lightly at the other’s face, and his little heart broke when he saw tears in Asmodeus’ eyes. His lower lip wobbled, and a couple of tears broke free, sliding down his lilac fur, and Olli kissed him again. It was desperate, passionate, an attempt to fix the problem he’d gone and created. Anything for Ozzie. Seeing him so bereaved at the mere thought of him getting hurt had his entire plan melting away from his mind, and for a moment they just sobbed together. Dampening their cheeks, sticking Ozzie’s fur to Olli’s face, they held on tight to one another with Olli’s arms and legs securing them together tightly.

When the crying finally ended, Olli was choking on his own snot, and Ozzie was a fountain of mucus, tears, and saliva. Letting Olli blow his nose, Ozzie didn’t dislodge him from his arms, keeping him close to his chest. Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare if Olli wouldn’t drop it and went with him, he was going to be a Satan damned mess, but it didn’t matter. Apparently, this was a hill he was ready to die on (the thought nearly killed Ozzie on the spot), and Ozzie couldn’t fight his whims forever. It was so often that Olli got exactly what he wanted because Ozzie struggled with telling him ‘no’ for very long.

That night, they went to bed without more than Ozzie gorging himself on Fizzarolli’s cock in a way that told Olli he’d upset him. His scent, spiced and warm as it was, was tinged with a damp, almost salty stench that kept making him flag. Somehow, he still racked up eight orgasms before finally falling asleep with a pounding headache. Neither of them was used to crying, which meant they weren’t capable of handling this on their own.

Ozzie’s need-induced insomnia was a problem he remedied with his pump, inserting his cock into the sleeve attached to the hose with a low moan. He wasn’t as interested as he could have been, should have been, but it didn’t stop him from sliding the vibrating wand deep inside his pussy and settling it there. His hips rolled up as he turned on both toys, and after a couple of desperately needed orgasms, Ozzie finally fell into a nightmare-plagued sleep. Sometime during the night, Fizzarolli curled up on his chest, and his dreams were batted away by the familiar warmth and weight of him there.

The next morning, neither of them were willing to talk about the overwhelmingly emotional night before, least of all the King himself. Ozzie had been awake for hours before Fizzarolli was, unable to keep himself asleep, and he wasted the time until his lover woke with the smutty novel he’d been reading. If he so much as slightly disturbed the imp asleep on his chest, he felt like he just might lose touch with reality.

Whatever he was feeling was so intense that he knew what it was, and he ached with it. He had tried to fight it, had tried his best to ignore it, to not harsh their vibe, to keep this so far away from Fizzarolli that he would never know about it. The seared wound of his ultimate rejection ripped open on its own like a chasm opened by an intense earthquake, and Ozzie struggled to focus on anything else, much less his book. Could he even keep himself from saying it at this point? Fizzarolli was still intent on going with him, on staying with him while he met with his parents, and he was terrified of it. They wouldn’t be happy, which didn’t bother him, except that they had a tendency to try and get rid of things they disliked. Ozzie knew that well.

When Fizzarolli began to stir against his chest, he took a deep breath. The words were on his tongue already, but he didn’t know what was going to come out due to the jumble of emotions in his chest. He’d been thinking about it while trying to focus on what he was reading, and it just wasn’t working. A soft smile worked onto his face, but it looked pained, and Olli yawned behind one of his hands, twisting his neck until he heard a few satisfying cracks.

“Somethin’ wro– Wrong, Babe?” Olli asked on another yawn, repeating himself after a second as he stretched his back out, lifting his ass into the air and shaking it a little. Maybe he was showing off, hoping that Ozzie would feel better if they replaced all those hard feelings with sex. That was usually how the elder coped with things, he did so much better if he could just get in a couple good fucks while talking about serious topics. Otherwise, he got flighty and uncomfortable, and it was just another thing that Olli found endearing about him. 

Ozzie tried to be a strong, powerful demon but emotions were his kryptonite.

“I’ve just been… Thinking.” Ozzie replied, placing the bookmark back in the same place it had been when he’d picked the book up. Setting it aside, he closed his eyes, the bull and goat at the sides of his head nuzzling against his own neck. He was going to die for this, wasn’t he? Somehow it didn’t feel as bad as the idea that Fizzarolli would die if he took him to see his parents.

“What’s up?” If Ozzie was this stiff and uncomfortable, then that meant it was Olli’s job to try and help him. Glancing over at the other’s crotch, he bit his lip, but Ozzie drew his face back to look at him with a light pinch to his chin.

“I…” The words tried to march out of his mouth, but every last one got caught in the dry, cracked desert that was his tongue and perished. For a moment he looked like he might vomit, and Fizzarolli rose to sit up on his hip, both hands buried in the other’s chest fluff, “I just… I…”

“Babe, it’s okay,” Fizzarolli began, extending one arm to pet his face gently, a soft, genuine smile on his face that set Ozzie’s heart to fluttering and plummeting into his feet simultaneously, “Whatever it is, just tell me. I won’t judge you.”

But you so will Ozzie thought dimly, sighing in a put upon away as he finally shifted a bit. Fizz could hear his pump adjusting and he glanced over at the enclosed vats at the side of the bed. Part of him wondered if he should go ahead and try to turn him on again, but he didn’t know if now was the time. Ozzie just looked so grim, and Fizz had never seen him like that before, even when he’d been upset in the past. There was something different about this, and he didn’t know what it was, but he was desperate to fix it.

“I… Need to tell you something important. And… When I say it… If… If you need to leave just do it quick.”

Leave? This had Fizzarolli sitting up fully, furrowing his brow as he regarded his lover. It might be too early for this kind of thing, but it was surprisingly sobering to see the other behaving like this.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Fizzarolli promised, his expression serious as he looked between each of Ozzie’s ashamed faces. That wasn’t right, Ozzie never accepted shame in his life, and whatever had him so fucked up was about to turn the pacifist into a warrior.

Yeah, fucking right. Ozzie didn’t see a way out of this that wasn’t going to kill him.

“I think… I think I’m in…” ‘I think’ didn’t feel like it still went that, “I’minlovewithyou.” He couldn’t separate the words, if he didn’t vomit them up then they’d never come out. 

Stunned where he sat, Fizzarolli stared at him with wide pink eyes glowing dimly in the bedroom’s low light. Ozzie’s eyes shifted and none of his heads could look at Fizzarolli, his heart hammering in his chest making the silence feel deafening. Finally, Olli started to sit up, and instead of getting off of Ozzie, the imp let himself tumble into the other’s lap.

Still silent, Olli watched in slow motion as Ozzie lifted him and set him down on the silky teal pillow beside the one he always used. The blanket was removed from the Sin’s hips, and he turned off his pump with a sigh, then another one, and he flinched. Removing the toy and the sleeve from himself, he set them aside for cleaning and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Holding onto the mattress tight enough they both heard a distinct rip, he heaved another sigh, closing his eyes to fight the tears welling in them again. Crying again wasn’t high on his list of desires right now, but he knew he didn’t have much of a choice, now.

“Just… I’ll send your stuff wherever you want me to, it’s still all yours. We can find you an apartment, and you can still work at the club. …Or we can move you to a different one. Just… Be gone when I get back. I need–” His voice cracked and Olli’s eyes went wide, immediately heartsick, “I need to be alone.”

Stooping to open the metal and glass top of the pump’s containment unit, he lifted out one full, heavy glass tank, then the other. Fizzarolli hesitated again, before biting his lip. Did Ozzie really mean that? All of it? He was kicking him out over this? All of his prosthetics shot out to wrap around one of Ozzie’s large upper arms and he lurched forward to cling to him, nuzzling his face into his fur.

“You want me to go ‘cause you’re in love with me?” Fizz finally asked, muffled by his face smooshed against him, closing his eye as he pressed his cheek into the other’s bicep after a second, “I don’t want to go. I’m just… Shocked, I guess. Didn’t think you could love something like me.” 

All he could think of was every time someone had been thrown out for saying they loved Ozzie, and here he was, confessing to the feelings he so often claimed to hate. It almost hurt that Ozzie thought he was rejecting him because he’d never do that, it was so far from his mind he hadn’t even thought of it.

Olli calling himself something kept bothering Ozzie, though, and he finally reached over to pry Olli off of him and cradle him in his arms instead, pressing their foreheads together.

“You aren’t just some thing. I… I don’t think I could go on without you.” The admission actually surprised him and he blinked a couple of times, unsure of if he should have said it. He’d have to learn to move on eventually, but he couldn’t lose him, now, it was way too soon, “You’ve completed me for eleven years, now. It took some time but I…” Trailing off, he finally shook his head, rubbing their faces together, “That��s why I can’t take you with me today.”

“We already talked about this,” Olli growled, “I’m going with you because I love you, too. I don’t want you to go alone, I want to be there in case you need me to back you up.”

As if Fizzarolli could really do anything against angelic royalty.

“Do you really think you could help…?” Ozzie questioned, his heads tilting a little bit as he finally let Olli move to become his cuddly scarf. Taking his vats one by one to the bathroom and dumping them, he didn’t mind when Fizzarolli scooped his hands into one of them to steal some cum to drink. Honestly, they could both probably use some stress relief, and he considered their options absentmindedly.

“I can at least be a supportive scarf.” He explained, “I know you’re nervous, and if you think there’s going to be a fight…” Fizzarolli trailed off to take another pull from his cupped hands, relishing in the cum sliding down his throat, “I don’t want you to be injured with no one there to help you.” Even if blood made him intensely sick and dizzy, he could at least call for Brick.

Ozzie’s expression softened and he nodded finally, dumping the last of his cum out and washing it down the drain. Much as he thought it was a waste, Fizzarolli knew he couldn’t drink all of what Ozzie produced in a night. He could barely handle drinking down one orgasm at a time, but a lot of that had to do with the speed at which it came out usually.

“If you’re not going to drop it I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” He asked absently, thoughtful as he finally straightened up to wash out the large glass jars, “We’d better shower and… I think I could go for giving you a blowjob or eight... And eat your ass until you cry.”

“You really want me to cry again?” Fizz laughed, and Ozzie snickered a little, carrying Olli to the large shower stall. The rainfall shower-head cascaded over Ozzie as he laid his lover down on the large stone bench built into the wall, licking his chops as he gazed at his newly bared form. In a matter of minutes, Ozzie was pulling moans and orgasms out of his imp to try and return to some semblance of normalcy. By the time they were finally out of the shower, the water ran cold and they were running late on getting ready to go.

Ozzie couldn't stop appreciating the purple laces on the rainbow-striped bellbottom pants Fizzarolli wore, and he licked his lips. The sparkly, pastel rainbow platform boots were strappy in all the right places but only peeked out from beneath his pants. Perhaps both of their favorite part was the black hoodie that looked plain until you saw it from the back. 'GAY SEX PREVENTS ABORTIONS SUCK A COCK FOR JESUS' glared out at the world in white letters, and Ozzie thought it was perfect for meeting his parents.

Likewise, Olli kept running his hands over the lilac fishnet reaching out from beneath the cropped turtleneck that Ozzie wore. The tight black shirt stretched down his arms but bared everything from just under his pecs down to the thick, shiny leather waistband clinging to his hips. It showed off his Adonis belt, and only had a simple, thick strip of leather that wasn't see-through in the front. Two belts kept the sheer material strapped to his thighs, while the back was entirely the shiny pleather. It vacuum-sealed to Ozzie's ass and dick just right, and even in his human disguise showed off just how toned he was.

Those ugly-ass shoes set off the outfit in a way that would be impossible for anyone else. Platforms with a chunky heel coated in sequins that could change colors by being rubbed were complete with a sneaker sole underneath the toes. It went from black to a sharp pink strip, then into yellow stripes to hold the laces in place. Shiny blue sparkles crawled from beneath the laces out to swirl around the front of the shoe to the back, dropping down to the dark purple heel. Gold separated the pink, heel, and blue from one another, shimmering more than the rest of the sparkly leather and plastic. Olli had changed the heel from dark purple to lavender four times since they arrived on Earth, probably somewhat from nerves.

On anyone else, that would have been hideous, but Ozzie worked anything that he wore like it was made for him. Absolutely anything. Ozzie could make a garbage bag look elegant.

The thick fur on his arms, chest, and sideburns (there was no way that that was just hair) guided the eye to the goatee on Ozzie’s handsome face. His olive skin set off the dark brown hair that was nearly black, and his easy grins and flirtatious smiles charmed anyone that looked at him. Conversely, Fizzarolli was a thin little thing with long red hair pulled into low pigtails on either shoulder, braided carefully on their way up to Earth. While Ozzie was still a fairly tall man, he was closer to Fizzarolli’s size, able to wrap his arm around him for once.

“...There they are.” Ozzie sighed, gesturing to the boardwalk ahead of them.

Standing at the railing were two tall, olive-skinned people speaking quietly amongst themselves. They gestured out to the ocean and pointed things out to their other half, and Ozzie gulped softly at the sight of them. The woman had impossibly long, wavy white-blonde hair and a delicate face with high cheekbones. Ozzie’s father had sharp, chiseled features and broad shoulders like his son, standing with his hand around his wife’s waist. Their clothes were opulent, matching, and white with gold trim, and clearly something Ozzie would never be caught dead in. 

Fizzarolli tried to imagine him in something draped over him like that, with a high collar and fancy, detailed stitching.

Upon finally approaching them, Ozzie took a deep breath through his mouth and let it out through his nose before clearing his throat; Ozzie struggled with and ultimately failed not to flinch when the couple turned around to regard them. His mother’s striking amethyst eyes had him looking down at her mouth, up at her forehead, anything but those eyes, and his father’s chartreuse eyes nearly bore holes through him. It wasn’t until their attention shifted to the imp at Ozzie’s side that Olli found his eyes on the ground, too.

Ozzie had every right to be worried about his parents. They were beautiful, sure, but Olli could feel the power dripping from their every pore, and as they gazed at him, he could tell he wasn’t welcome here. 

“What is that?” His mother asked, lip drawn up in disgust as she gestured to Fizzarolli, taking a step back and smoothing her soft, shimmering gown over her stomach. For a second, Olli thought she was convinced he might give her a disease just by looking at her.

“Mother,” Ozzie growled, holding Olli closer, “This is Fizzarolli. He’s a full-time companion of mine.” Yeah, that wasn’t a lie, but it was at the same time, “Fizzarolli,” His parents didn’t get to hear his nicknames, “Abstemiounessa and Valore. Mother, Father, my…” Hesitating for a couple seconds, he finally spoke the word into being, cementing what he thought about his lover in a definitive tone, “Boyfriend.”

Valore’s expression fell flat for a moment as he looked over the couple, sniffing the air to catch the Alpha’s scent. Put off by it, he had to take a second before finally devolving into a deep, loud belly laugh. It even seemed to shock his wife, who looked at him like he was growing a second head and hadn’t noticed

“Very, very funny son,” The dark-haired man wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, “Be serious. It’s a servant, right?”

“It?” Ozzie’s expression was flat and he rose a brow, his eyes nearly glowing with the amount of unhappiness in it, “He is mine, and he’s not a servant.” 

His scent tinted with displeasure, and Olli couldn’t help but purr at his side, rubbing his scent gland against the other’s shoulder in an attempt to appease his bad mood. The absentminded grooming had his mother stumbling back a little bit, her expression one of shock and dismay as she gripped the railing with a soft gag. Turning slightly, she pulled her hair back and over one shoulder in an attempt to keep it safe if she did vomit.

“You’re making your poor mother sick. You? Dating a… A pest like that?” The sneer on his father’s face made Ozzie’s eyes narrow and his words came out on a subvocal growl.

“Fuck off with that bullshit.” He hadn’t been in love for over two thousand years, but what he had with Fizzarolli had snuck up on him. If it had been a serpent, it would have bit him. Still, it didn’t end the low snarling that vibrated his chest, despite Olli’s best attempts at comforting him, “Did you want to talk to me, or did you want to see us for a few minutes and leave before I can give you your usual ‘no?’”

Abstemiounessa went stiff, narrowing her eyes as she took in the slim, potentially very breakable Alpha at her son’s side. Her eyes danced with a mischievous flame that Ozzie didn’t like, and he stepped in front of Olli until he was almost completely hidden behind him.

“Why would you ignore us, my son?” She asked, her voice lofty as she raised a delicate hand like she might touch his cheek. About a foot away from him, she shook her head, hair flowing in a beautiful cascade of white waves down her back, hand falling back to her side, “We just want what is best for you.”

“You’ve never cared before.” Their invested interest in forcing him to return to Heaven to grovel at the feet of the first being to ever break his heart was an entirely selfish one. When he wasn’t in their presence but thought of them, he thought that Levi would be proud of them, maybe Lucifer, too. Ozzie disliked selfishness in almost every situation, and his own parents disgusted him, “I’ve slept with more people than I could count on every hand in Hell. I don’t see why you think it’s so bad that I’ve started dating. I thought you preferred monogamy.”

Not that he was particularly monogamous, even still.

Every time he mentioned dating, or being Fizzarolli’s boyfriend, the imp thought he might pass out. It was so overwhelming, the amount of joy that he felt over just hearing this, and he couldn’t stop purring and gazing adoringly at his lover. It was going to make the Angelic Royalty puke, and Valore kept glancing at his wife like he was afraid she would faint.

“Dear,” Abstemiounessa began, her voice poisoned honey as she ran a dainty hand over her forehead, the other one wrapped around the railing behind her, “We love yo–”

“We’re leaving.” Ozzie wasn’t above dragging Olli to an alleyway and back home, because he was done before their guilt-tripping had even started. The angels stood there, watching their son leave with frustrated sighs and upset clucks.

“It’s going to be harder to convince him, now,” Valore stated, his eyes narrowing as he watched them disappear into a portal back to Hell.

“We’ll get him.” Abstemiounessa replied flippantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she started for a building behind the boardwalk, “It shouldn’t be too hard despite this… Unfortunate development. If he feels anything for the vermin attached to his hip, he’ll listen the next time we see him.”

Interested, her husband followed along behind her, entering the portal she opened in the back of a shop they often used for this sort of thing. Ozzie always chose to meet in the human world, as they couldn’t openly show who they were and it guaranteed more safety for him. At least, it usually did. The next time they met up, Valore and Abstemiounessa would be prepared, and Ozzie wouldn’t know what hit him.

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AN: Ope, that one ended up so much longer than I thought it would. Buuuut I had a lot of fun with it, even if a lot of it made me cry. I love the premise of this, and I have a follow-up fic that will be coming… Eventually. I might look into it more after September is over, since I don’t have a lot of time outside of working on these right now.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 12 - Family

#Helluva Boss Fanfic #Helluva Boss Fanfiction #Fizzarozzie #Fizzmodeus #Helluva Boss Fizzarozzie #Helluva Boss Fizzmodeus #Helluva Boss Asmodeus #Helluva Boss Ozzie #Helluva Boss Fizzarolli #OC: Valore #OC: Abstemiounessa

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#gay pair-ee #taskmaster #taskmaster nz #guy montgomery #paul williams #*

[rileychester]

Something I find hilarious/frustrating/stupid/sad/strange with EE...

Ballum is one of their biggest pairing, they are their first gay wedding actually happening on screen.

You think they would dedicate more time to that in general. Like really going to town on that and getting as much money/rating as possible off that. Milk it for all it's worth, I mean that's what I do if I was running a business.

When in reality, it's tiny short moments spread thin.

And it's not cause there is a pandemic on, lots of other stories have gotten more and better treatment.

Nope this is bull shit.

#ballum #ben x callum #ben mitchell #callum highway #eastenders

[xaviermayne]

My Brother's Favorite Toy: Part Two

"Get the fuck out of here," Grayson said, throwing his hand toward the door.

"Dude, I've got a raging bone—"

"I don't fucking care!" Grayson yelled, covering his face with a forearm. "I said get out of my room."

Ethan stood for a moment, shocked that Grayson made him work so hard for him, and then wouldn't at least let Ethan take care of his own need.

Once he got back to his room, Ethan's dick had gotten softer, and he was feeling too deflated to even try and finally knock one out. He thought about how Grayson looked after he came, the look of shame on his face.

Things didn't get much better. The next day, they had breakfast in virtual silence. Ethan finally tried to break the ice when he finished the last scoop of his avocado.

"Bet it took a long time cleaning up last night," he said.

"Ethan!" Grayson snapped. "We're not gonna talk about that, alright?" He glared straight into Ethan's eyes. "Like, ever. Got it?"

Ethan sat stoned-faced. How could they never talk about it? They had just permanently crossed a line as brothers. Before that, the gayest thing they'd ever done together was occasionally watch porn together, but only when they were both horny and exhausted from traveling, jerking themselves under the sheets, each in separate double beds in a hotel room.

It had to be talked about. But Ethan knew his brother. Sometimes Grayson just needed time. Ethan would just have to wait.

Later that morning, they were working out when Ethan suddenly realized he'd made a grave mistake. He still hadn't cum since last night, and Grayson was loading up the weights on the squat rack. Ethan was about to be forced to view his favorite in-person porno play out yet again in front of his eyes, with a level of horniness he didn't think he'd ever experienced before.

To make matters worse, Grayson was wearing a new pair of shorts that Ethan just knew was going to drive him crazy. Short red ones made of this clingy combed cotton, and Ethan swore they were at least a half-size too small.

Ethan tried to look away, but his eyes flicked back to his brother's backside as soon as he heard his brother grunt as he lowered himself down, the heavy barbell held up against Grayson's shoulders with his strong arms. As he bent his knees, Grayson's ass pushed out further and further, until Ethan saw the fabric of the shorts straining to hold in his brother's mighty ass.

Ethan felt like his body had just been tossed in an oven, with prickly heat all over him as he felt his dick swell again too. There was a pang of pain as his balls ached.

He worried he might even be hallucinating when he could've sworn he saw the outline of his brother's hole through his too-thin shorts. The same one he'd fingered last night.

Grayson quickly raised back up, then shrugged the barbell off his shoulders, and the weights slammed to the floor, quaking their gym. Ethan was shocked. "Gray, are you okay?" Ethan asked. "That could've gone straight through the floor, bro." Grayson turned around, glaring at this brother.

"Are you okay, Ethan?" Grayson asked in a mocking tone. Then he pointed below Ethan. Ethan looked down and saw what looked like— yep, that was his precum on the floor. He'd been so entranced that he hadn't realized his growing dick had snaked its way through his boxer briefs, the head drizzling precum as it rested between his thigh and shorts.

"Oh, fuck," Ethan murmured.

"You're fucking disgusting, Ethan," Grayson said. Ethan could see the repulsion in his brother's eyes. A vein on Grayson's neck had popped out, and Grayson walked toward Ethan, his muscles juiced up from the set. For a moment, Ethan was legitimately scared of what Grayson was about to do. "We're brothers, Ethan. It's not just gay, it's incest. That fucking illegal. And even if it weren't, like that's just fucking weird, bro. I'm working out and you're literally cumming on the floor, which I hope you're gonna clean up by—"

The adrenaline pumping through Ethan gave him a sudden burst of confidence. "Bro, shut up, you're literally the one who made me fingerbang you last night."

Grayson grimaced at "fingerbang". "You're the one who broke my fucking dildo, bro!" Grayson screamed at Ethan, leaning in his reddening face until Ethan could feel flecks of spit hit his cheeks. "You used something that'd been up my ass, Ethan! You're a fucking freak!"

Ethan was actually trembling now, although he was trying his best to hide it. The brothers had promised to never punch each other, but with all the blood and testosterone flowing through Grayson right now after his workout, Ethan really couldn't be sure.

Suddenly, Grayson pivoted and walked over to one of their weight benches. For a split second, Ethan thought maybe Grayson would just continue with his workout to get out his aggression out. But then, to Ethan's surprise, Grayson pulled down his shorts and underwear. Ethan stood in stunned silence, his mouth agape, as Grayson stepped out of them and laid face-down on the wide, black leather bench. Grayson pushed back his dick and balls so he could lay entirely flat, and then let his legs dangle off the sides. He turned his face away from Ethan.

"W-what are you doing?" Ethan stammered quietly.

"You're gonna fuck me," Grayson said, his voice echoing around the gym. "If you're such a freak and want to fuck your brother, let's just do it and get it over with. Then you can finally be fucking satisfied and we can never talk about this again."

Confused and suspicious, Ethan walked slowly over to Grayson. He wanted to ask more questions, but the sight of his brother's plump buns stupefied him once again, with his cock quickly pulsing back up to full wood. Meekly, Ethan squatted down to part his brother's cheeks. When he did, he was intoxicated by both the sight of that tight pink hole, now in the daylight, and the special brand of sweaty musk that Ethan could smell from his brother's exposed crack.

"Two rules: go slow, and don't cum inside me or I'll rip your fucking dick off."

"Kay," said Ethan. Ethan hocked and spat a loogie on his brother's hole, then began fingering him just like last night. This time, Grayson stayed completely silent. But Ethan knew he was doing good work when he found his brother's spot, and Grayson's dick, pinned back against the leather, started to grow.

For always looking so tight, Ethan was surprised how quickly Grayson was opening up. He figured last night probably helped stretch him. But Grayson's hole didn't even twitch once, which made Ethan think his brother wanted it a little more than he let on.

When Ethan finally got a third finger in, and Grayson's dick was throbbing, a bead of precum glistening in his slit, Ethan pulled down his shorts and underwear, kicking them off. His dick swung round, he didn't think he'd even been harder. He spit twice in his hand and then palmed his dick, making sure every inch was glistening.

Ethan had to smirk when he finally felt the tip of his head press against his brother's warm entrance. He pushed, and his smirk spread into a wide, silly grin when he saw the full tip disappear inside Grayson's muscular ass. But that was the easy part.

The twins both had what they referred to as torpedo-shaped dicks. Rather small heads, but the shaft quickly flared out to their full widths, then sloping back down to normal once you got to the base. So Ethan knew the hardest part was yet to come.

He pushed gently, and surprisingly Grayson didn't seem to mind. In fact, he could've swore he saw Grayson's dick throb hard a couple times right after. When he started really pushing in, though, is when Grayson started to groan with discomfort. Ethan stopped, letting his brother's already-stretched ring adjust to his girthy cock.

When he was sure Grayson must be ready again, he started squeezing in further. Grayson's groan quickly shot up to a yell. "Ahh, fuck! Go slow, what did I fucking say?" Grayson yelled.

"I am going slow!" Ethan shouted, though he knew that wasn't true. He was so impatient to pound away. Then he leaned his head forward and let another mouthful of spit drop onto where Grayson's hole was puckered around his pulsing dick. Then, after a few more moments, slid more in.

Grayson groaned dramatically, slamming a fist into the bench, but the extra spit seemed to help, as Ethan was able to squeeze in the full width with little protestation from the coiffed-haired cutie.

Ethan pulled out a bit carefully, then pushed back in. Grayson stayed silent.

"You're taking this like a champ," Ethan said.

"Shut the fuck up," Grayson said through gritted teeth.

With his next pump, Ethan went a little bit further. Suddenly, he saw Grayson's expression seem to light up in the mirror facing the bench. That's the spot, Ethan thought, remembering a similar expression on his brother's face last night. He pulled out and in again, and he could've sworn he heard a tiny moan croak out of his brother's throat.

Newly confident, and desperate to get his full dick in, Ethan dared to go a bit deeper. Yep, that was a moan, Ethan thought, as Grayson slapped a hand against his own mouth, then buried his face in the bench. Ethan began building a rhythm, plunging his big dick in and out of his little brother. Not his entire length, though, since Ethan wasn't sure how deep you could even go in a guy's ass, and he didn't want to push his luck, as he could hear Grayson's muffled moans and knew his bottoming bro was enjoying that big torpedo middle pressing against his p-spot.

Pumping away, Ethan suddenly felt that tingle behind his balls, and he had to stop mid-thrust. Don't cum, don't cum, don't cum, Ethan thought frantically. He remembered the one thing that always helped him not prematurely ejaculate.

Womp womp womp, Ethan sang in his head. Yeah-ee-ah-ee yeahh! It was the old James Charles meme. Womp womp womp! The vision of James's ghostly face attempting to sing worked once more. The need to cum passed.

Pulling back before another thrust, Ethan looked down and saw the lips of his brother's ass pussy puckered around his cock. He was stretching Grayson out so much, it was like Gray's ass was trying to suck his cock whenever he pulled out some.

He pushed back into Grayson's warm, wet, velvety ass, and then continued to pump. At one point he repositioned his foot, causing his dick to tilt down a bit more, and then Ethan could've sworn he started hearing his brother utter little high-pitched "uhhhn" sounds with every pound. Encouraged, Ethan tilted his hips down a little bit more, to where his iron missile was pile-driving nearly straight down into Grayson's ass. In the mirror, Ethan saw Grayson's handsome head suddenly shoot up from being buried in the bench. Grayson's eyes were rolling back into his head.

Ethan kept his rhythm. Looking down, he saw Grayson's ring suddenly clamp down a bit on Ethan's dick. Ethan grunted from how good that felt, then Grayson's ass widened back out. Then Ethan saw Grayson's balls pull up a bit, and Grayson's bulbous prostate, bulging out between his hole and his balls, pulsed hard, almost seeming to squeeze.

Suddenly, a hot white load of cum rocketed out of Grayson's red, rock hard dick. It shot between Ethan's thrusting legs and Ethan heard it splatter behind them, all over the chest fly machine. With another pile-drive, Ethan watched Grayson's prostate squeeze hard again, and a split second later another big load shot out.

Holy shit, Ethan thought. I'm milking him with my fucking dick.

Piledrive after piledrive, Grayson's cock blasted load after load. Clearly his balls had managed to restock overnight. Obsessed with the control over his brother's pleasure, Ethan couldn't help himself from keep going. And though the bulb of Grayson's prostate kept pulsing each time, the loads eventually got smaller and smaller, until it seemed as if Grayson was stilling cumming, but had actually run out of cum. His dick would still quiver as if it were shooting, but it was just blanks.

God, I milked him completely dry. Suddenly something primal kicked into Ethan. He looked up at his brother with his eyes still rolling back, his mouth agape. Ethan felt that warm tingle, but even the meme couldn't help him now. He was in animalistic breeding mode now. With a loud growl, Ethan felt his aching balls seize, and he finally pounded his giant saved-up load inside his brother's ass. Something inside Ethan made him want to breed his seed, as far deep as he could. He heard Grayson grunt in pain as Ethan forced the last inch of his dick in, and sprayed a couple more shots inside.

Breathless, the intense warmth of the orgasm slowly cooled out of Ethan's body. He collapsed on top of Grayson, his dick still balls-deep. Ethan's ballsack loosened and drooped on top of his brother's, which flanked Grayson's softening dick.

Ethan smirked to himself, thinking, Now it's really gay, because our balls touched.

"Ummm Ethan?" Grayson asked, his voice strained.

"Yeah, Gray?" Ethan replied, expecting him to say something like, Get the fuck off me.

Instead, Grayson lifted his head, his brow furrowed, and demanded, "You didn't just shoot YOUR FUCKING LOAD IN ME, DID YOU?!"

Ethan gulped.

#grethan #ethan and grayson #dolan twins #grethan smut

[mor-beck-more-problems]

Texas Hold ‘Em || Solo

TIMING: Recent

LOCATION: Houston, Texas

SUMMARY: Morgan strikes a bargain to seal the deal on her revenge, but it’s going to cost more than she reckoned on.

The exorcist pulled up to the hotel at two in the morning, left her Ford pickup with the sleepy eyed valet worker, and moseyed into the lobby, grave ash and dust trailing onto the marble tile in her wake. Morgan watched her from the safety of her chair in the lobby, pressing against the armrests to straighten her back and look taller. She wanted this to be quick and simple. Deirdre was asleep and they had a plane to catch in the next six hours. There was only so much time before White Crest wrapped its claws around them and she needed this last thing to be easy, because nothing else that happened when they got home would be.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice,” she said, greeting the exorcist by way of gesturing her to sit in the chair opposite. “There’s complimentary chocolate chip cookies, if you’ve got the munchies,” she said, trying her best to smile.

“Not interested,” the exorcist drawled. “This place gives me the creeps.”

“Oh. Noted.”

They sat in silence, looking at each other. Morgan wasn’t sure if Rebecca and Jasmine had given her the wrong idea about exorcists, or if this one woman, dug up down a daisy chain of referrals starting with Cassie and stretching halfway across the country, simply elected to dress in iron tipped cowboy boots and leather vests out of personal preference. The exorcist was at least as old as Rebecca, with sunburnt wrinkles around her eyes and a brittleness that worked its way from her dusty fingers to her lank blonde hair. Morgan, for her part, had borrowed some of Deirdre’s makeup and jewelry in an effort to look more commanding and assured. She didn’t want to broadcast the extent of her desperation. How much she was willing to pay. How far she had already come. Morgan was sure she’d talked to every exorcist with a listed number this side of the Mississippi for help, but all of them considered themselves under-experienced, underequipped, or simply unwilling to do what Morgan asked. She had trucked on, because to accept that there was no one within reach was to accept that Constance had won, and Morgan couldn’t do that without feeling a piece of her soul go up in flames and char. She hid her fear behind a smile and a self deprecating laugh, but she’d run out of backup plans.

“Jose told me you’ve got your hands on some sensitive material,” the exorcist said. “I’ll be straight with you: I want that text in addition to my fee. Not a copy, the original.”

Morgan stiffened. “Why?”

“Does it matter? No original, no exorcism.”

Morgan’s jaw clenched. Only now did she notice the hollowness in the exorcist’s look, the hard lines that reminded Morgan of every cruel face she had met. Under other circumstances, she might have told the exorcist their meeting was finished. This wasn’t the kind of person she wanted to owe anything toward or trusted with a ritual this powerful. But under other circumstances, she wouldn’t need this in the first place. And this was hardly the first person of questionable intentions she’d worked with. When the family had been hanging over her, there was no such thing. There was only getting free or staying under Constance’s feet. The same was true now: stay hunted and haunted and beaten, or take matters into her own hands. It was just her pride, the way Remmy had turned away from her in the backyard and the way Jasmine called her a hypocrite for believing in kindness as if that was synonymous with accepting a position as a child’s torture toy for the rest of her existence. Or, better still, sending her off with a pat on the back and a ‘have fun in the afterlife.’ A peaceful sleep, something Morgan was never going to know any more than a life spent without that cruel, miserable girl’s shadow over her. She hesitated because she was tired of being misunderstood. Of people talking to her like she was the monster. She didn’t want to give them an inch to feel like they were right. But the character of energy was all in its use. One woman’s monster was another’s salvation. And Morgan didn’t have time to be choosy if she wanted to keep the body count to a minimum.

“Fine,” she said at last. “After you’ve done your job, successfully, it’s yours.”

“And I’ll need more than the fee we discussed for materials and labor. You want this done the right way, you can’t go half-assing the ingredients. And with the kind of harm you’re looking to unleash--”

“I have the materials gathered. I did all the labor myself. If there’s really such a thing as bestowing intentions on an object when you’re a zombie, the items you’ll need will be chock full of how much I need this little bitch to suffer for what she did to me and my family.”

The exorcist laughed dryly. “That’s not possible.”

Morgan produced a screenshot on her tablet of the pages she’d torn from that crusty old professor’s book, carefully preserved in clear sleeves, and dotted with sticky notes translating the text and documenting her ‘shopping list.’ The exorcist gave the pictures a once over, her face inscrutable.

“Well?” Morgan said. She had broken laws for this. Worse than that, she had broken pieces of herself her friends had held up and broken their ties to her along with it.

“Well I’ll be,” the exorcist said. “I’ve always wanted to do one of these. And the linguistics, marrying the latin to the french, the craftsmanship of the text-- this bitch is going to feel like she’s being raked apart from the inside out.”

“Good,” Morgan said shortly. “Can you get to Maine on your own or do I need to cover that too?”

“I’ve got some business up north to take care of. I’ll make my own way. But what do you mean when you say you did all the labor, already?”

“I wasn’t aware that was an ambiguous statement.”

“Well, given your timetable isn’t for a few weeks yet, I’d be surprised if you had the source gathered already, or else you are a very different kind of woman than what I’ve taken you for.”

“The source? Aren’t you the source? The source of energy? The caster in this scenario?”

The exorcist snorted, hiding her face in her sleeve while she gathered her composure.

“I don’t--I’d appreciate some clarity. If there’s been a misunderstanding--” She would do anything to fix it. She needed this done.

“I don’t think I’d be much help in the exorcism if you had me hogtied and bleeding over a pit,” the exorcist said, laughing harder. “The source of the pain. Now, in the revolution in gay pair-ee, some of these folks would get together and do a little blood letting themselves, and when you’ve got a circle of six or more, that’s fine. But from what my grandpa said, most of the time they had a live one on deck, someone they could make suffer twice over. The source is pain and blood, Ms. Beck. You don’t have to cut a man open in the circle, I don’t need to be a witness to anything that might give me trouble, but this isn’t some butcher’s blood pissbaby shit. You need to make someone bleed like you’d make her bleed. That’s how we open the channel, that’s how we drag your ghost out of this plane kicking and screaming. Are you telling me you’re gonna cover that too?”

Morgan was silent for several moments, her hands pulling at the upholstery on her chair so hard the threads snapped. She wasn’t a monster. She wasn’t like Constance. She kept her messes contained. She didn’t take things out on people who had done nothing wrong if she could help it. She didn’t make people carry her shit for terrible reasons. And maybe she’d been a coward in life, but she had a lot fewer fucks to give now that she was dead. And yet… and yet… Morgan bowed her head and breathed deep. “If that’s what it takes, then yes.”

#texas hold em #wr solo #wr chatzy #wickedswriting

[kikyozoldyck]

melting, like an ice cream

PAIRING: kakashi hatake x reader x might gai SUMMARY: who doesnt like a little pain with their pleasure WARNINGS: nsfw, spanking, blowjobs 

"Come on, Gai," You say, haughtily. "Where's all that youthful passion of yours gone?"

"Nowhere, I—" He begins and then stops, a cherry red blush crawling from his ears to his exposed chest. 

Kakashi bites his lip to restrain himself from laughing.

You're settled across Gai’s lap, knees drawn up, your ass in the air, wanting, waiting. Besides your bra, you're completely naked -- your dress and underwear are discarded on the floor by the coffee table. From his position next to you on Gai's rickety sofa, Kakashi can see how wet you are, the slickness almost hidden between your legs. 

Gai's hand, comically large — even in proportion to the rest of him, rests awkwardly on your bare ass, stretching from your tailbone to top of your thighs without a problem.

"You said, 'whatever I wanted.' Didn't he, Kakashi?" You all but purr, looking coyly over your hickey-bruised shoulder.

Kakashi hums in agreement, and presses a kiss to Gai's flushed cheek, "you said whatever she wanted, Gai."

"I did not think that you'd ask for this," Gai says stiffly, and shifts in a way that brushes his hardened cock against you, "I can't harm you, we're lovers." 

"You're not harming me. Not really."

"You, of all people, should understand the appeal," Kakashi adds, leaning over to press his cold fingers in between your thighs, making you jerk slightly. "Of a little pain with your pleasure."

"Yeah," you agree, whimpering softly as Kakashi's long fingers move slowly inside you, "like the ache of, uh, a good workout."

"Spanking or not, you've got to give our girl something," Kakashi says, and pulls his fingers out of you. They're absolutely drenched, covered in your slick. "Look how much she wants it." 

"I am not known for my control." Gai confesses, his dark eyes laser-focused on Kakashi's soaked fingers, "Especially when I become...excited."

"I don't think she'd mind terribly if you lost control," Kakashi says, lazily pushing his fingers into his mouth, "And, should worse come to worse, I daresay — between the two of us — we could probably take you. Power of youth and all." 

"Plus, I can restrain you by myself," You add, wiggling against Gai's taught thigh to garner his attention. "Or did you forget?" 

It wouldn't be easy, of course, especially considering you're all butt-naked and drunk off of several orgasms. Still, you're almost positive that if Gai suddenly suffered some kind of psychotic episode that rendered him truly dangerous, you'd be able to knock him unconscious before he had time to open the first gate.

Gai smacks you, lightly. The sound it makes is lightly satisfying but could be infinitely better. "Hush."

"That's the spirit," Kakashi says. "Except you should cup your hand, just a little."

"And hit harder," You add, rubbing your slick thighs together.

Gai hits you again, with more force this time, "you're not in any position to tell me what to do."

"Yes," you suck in a shaky breath and wiggle your hips back, just a little."Again."

Gai groans and lays down another smack, harder still. You can feel the handprint shaped bruise spreading across one of your ass cheeks. You're positive the flesh is already red with his handprint, and the idea only pleases you.

"You know, Gai, you should really be spreading your blows evenly," Kakashi says, leaning over to ghost his spit-damp fingers over the untouched regions of your ass, "that's much more enjoyable than focusing all your work on one spot.

"Careful, Hatake," You say, as wantonly as you can in this position, "if you don't shut up, you'll be next." 

"Oh, yeah?" Kakashi asks, and you can hear the smug look on his face, "you gonna spank me too, Rival?"

Gai swallows at the moniker and then adjusts himself beneath you. 

"It's not supposed to be a good time," he grumbles, looking between you.

"Neither is training," you retort, "and you like it well enough." 

Gai hits you again, this time across your other cheek. You flinch, and then sigh, dropping your face into your folded arms.

"Good job, Gai," Kakashi says. "Keep it up."

Gai shoots him a glare, and starts up a steady rhythm, turning your ass and the tops of your thighs slowly pink. It takes maybe eight or ten swats for you to start letting out little mewling whines that make Kakashi wish he'd had the foresight to get rid of his boxers before you'd started this, as he's not exactly comfortable.  You're wetter than before, slick glistening on your inner thighs.

Gai's face has an expression of intent focus he only ever gets when he's fighting or fucking someone. He hits you — left side, right side, left side, right side. For a brief moment, Kakashi imagines being the one across his lap, vulnerable and keening, as you run your fingers through his hair and tell him how good he's being. His cock twitches.

You're gasping now, little wet sighs of pleasure-pain, and Kakashi thinks he should up the ante.

"That's excellent work," he says, "but where's the fire? The youth?"

"This is not Icha-Icha, Kakashi," Gai says, punctuating the remark with a particularly hard slap that makes you moan.

"It can be," You say from his lap. "What've you got in that pretty little brain of yours, Kakashi?"

"Well," he says, and sinks off the sofa, kneeling in front of the two of you. "He only hits you on one side or the other. Here…" Upper left thigh. " And here." Upper right thigh.

Kakashi is not a small man, but his hands are smaller than Gai's and shaped differently. His palms are smaller, comparatively, his fingers much longer. He doesn't hit any harder but makes sure that his hand cracks satisfyingly against your hot skin. You whine, arching back into his smacks.

"But he doesn't seem to think about the middle," he says, and hits right in the center of the fullest part of your ass, the top of his palm landing against the crack. You whimper against the impact.

Kakashi smiles. "Or if I move lower—" This time, he hits you across the thighs, a little lighter, and you shriek, thrashing in Gai's lap. Kakashi knows exactly where he hit, just enough that his hand grazed the outer folds of your pussy. 

There's the smallest smear of wetness on his palm; he offers it to you, and you lick it up, like a cat, eyes darting from his face before turning to Gai's. Then you grin, smug.

Gai hits you in the same spot, twice more, the noise filling the room as his hands slam against your thighs. You're visibly wetter by the time he's done. It gives Kakashi an impish thrill to watch you shifting restlessly, trying to press you thighs even more tightly together for more pressure. 

He slowly slides his other hand under you and between your legs, not rubbing or even touching, really. Still, it's enough for you to grind against — and if the whimper you give in response is enough to go by, you're thankful for it. 

With Kakashi's hand insinuated between you, his body pressed close to yours, he can feel the way each smack makes you jerk. With his hand pushed between your legs, he can feel you rutting into his fingers after each slap, soaking them with your slick. 

"Oh, fuck," you whine, your pussy fluttering under his fingers, "I'm close."

Gai hits you three times, breaking his steady rhythm, the sharpest, hardest hits yet, and your voice cracks as you cum between them, trembling through a long orgasm until you slump against him, panting. Gai looks almost shocked, like maybe he wasn't expecting you to cum that hard, or maybe he wasn’t expecting to get that turned on.

"You all right, Rival?" Kakashi lifts an eyebrow at him.

"You can be next if you like," Gai says, his rough voice belying him. He gestures with one of his huge paws, the palm pink from the work he's already done, and Kakashi has to fight the urge to fling himself into his lap on top of you.

Gai smoothes back your hair, and you turn face to him. There are tears in your eyes, and you're as flushed as if you've been slapped across the face and not the ass. "You took that beautifully, flower," he says. You push yourself up with a wobbly elbow and reach for him, kissing him deep and slow and unhurried in the way you only do after someone's made you cum.

"You sure did, flower," Kakashi agrees — the affection in his tone more apparent than he'd like — and isn't surprised when you fist a hand in his hair and yank. He doesn't manage to bite back his moan fast enough, and you bare your teeth and yank again.

"Bad dog." You say, with this sensuous little laugh, and move to sit next to Kakashi on the floor. There's still a fine tremble running through your legs as you drag him by the hair face-first into Gai's lap.

Gai forces a thumb into the corner of Kakashi's mouth, holding him open. Kakashi sucks messily around the head of his cock, distantly he hears you giving him gentle — if not slightly degrading— praises.

"Honestly," Kakashi says around Gai's thumb, "You two don't need to push me around." It comes out undignified but understandable, oo don nee to p' sh ee awound, and both you and Gai snort, almost in unison.

"But it's so much more fun that way," you tell him, and well, that's a point. Kakashi shrugs, and you push his head down, allowing Gai to fuck his face onto his cock in long, smooth strokes that have him choking, and also wanting to rut up against your leg much like a dog.

"You take it beautifully, too, Rival," Gai says sincerely, and Kakashi can't stop the whine that builds in his throat. You press a kiss to his throat, and Kakashi's hips jerk despite themselves. Your hand presses gently against his cock through his boxers, and you graze your teeth along his jugular before biting down.

Kakashi cums at the small touch, surprising himself, swallowing uncontrollably around Gai's cock. Gai groans, pressing in almost too deep but not quite.

"Bad dog." You say again, much too fond for it to have any heat. Gai lets Kakashi off his cock long enough for him to smile a little drunkenly at you.

"I know we said we should do you next," You coo at him, gently tousling his sweat matted hair. "But what do you think about spanking the Green Beast? I bet you could hold him down and I could--"

Gai gasps above you and cums as suddenly as Kakashi had a few moments before. 

"I think he'd like that very much," Kakashi tells you unnecessarily, pretending there isn't semen smeared across his face or seeping into his boxers, and feeling pretty smug about the state of the world, and especially the way Gai's ears are red to the very tips.

Gai looks down at you both, and then grabs you each by the arm and pulls you up on the sofa with him, where Kakashi allows himself to slump against him like a rag doll. His hand rests on Gai's toned stomach, naturally. Then you're lacing your fingers with his, your position nearly mirroring his. 

Gai tips his head back against the sofa. "Yes," you say, fluttering your lashes softly at them, "I think he would."

“You two will be the death of me.” Gai says, and too anyone else he might sound long-suffering but you know better and so does Kakashi.

#anyway this is solely for me and no one else

[godtierfourthwall]

Fandom: Naruto Rating: G Pairing: Hatake Kakashi/Maito Gai | Might Guy Summary:

A morning with Kakashi and Guy wrangling some little ones.

Chapter Excerpt:

“Ah! Ah! Ee!” Kai babbled again, little hands flailing about at his shirt as though searching for something to yank on, like a lock of hair or a mask.

Kakashi bounced the baby gently in his lap, shushing them and humming a nameless tune under his breath. “Okay, quiet down,” Kakashi muttered into the child’s hair. “Yeah, yeah, I’m Kakashi.”

Kai settled back into the blanket cocked their head at him, eyes boring in. They had a calm, collected intensity about them that their parents couldn’t quite make sense of except to say that he must have gotten it from Kakashi.

“Okay. So, that’s one of the kids accounted for… What about the other two headaches?” Kakashi glanced around the room, searching for their other charges. That their arrangement last night –Guy would keep watch over Kai, and Kakashi would put the other ones that they had been strong-armed into babysitting to bed with him. The living room was obviously not quite empty. There was quiet, muffled giggling, and Kakashi guessed that it wasn’t coming from Mr. Ukki. “Are Yuai and Mirai awake yet?” He asked, raising his voice.

#Kai Yuai And Mirai #Kakashi Hatake #KakaGai #Maito Gai #Mr. Ukki

[kinnsporsche]

SHOW eastenders SHIP ballum CHARACTER callum

EASTENDERS

Favorite character: 

callum highway baby

Least Favorite character: 

ian beale die already

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

ben and callum

jay and lola

ash and iqra

kush and martin

chantelle and whitney

Character I find most attractive:

you really expect me to pick just one when ben, callum, whitney, chantelle, mick, ash, iqra, all the panesar brothers, and jay all exist???? i refuse

Character I would marry:

marriages dont tend to work out on this show damn, but whitney im love her

Character I would be best friends with:

callum highway

A random thought:

i want keanu to shoot callum so we get some gorgeous ben x callum angst and an angsty i love you and i want lexi to draw him pictures whilst he’s in the hospital ee get on this thanks

An unpopular opinion:

i really enjoyed ben’s “you make me want to be better” line, i know a lot of people disliked it but with it being a direct parallel to how he was talking to phil about how paul made him better and want to be better i really loved it

My canon OTP:

ben and callum baby!!!!!

Non-canon OTP:

chantelle and whitney deserve to be together let them kiss

Most badass character:

callum highway no doubt about it boyyyyyyyyyy

Pairing I am not a fan of:

mick and linda

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

linda. i used to really like her but especially with how she reacted with johnny first came out i grew to hate her so quickly, and i really don’t think they’re handling her alcoholism sl well

Favourite friendship:

jay, lola, ben, callum, and lexi!!!! give me more of this family right the fuck now!!!!!

BALLUM

when or if I started shipping it.

i was so vehemently against shipping it at first because i didn’t want to get sucked back into the ee-verse, but seeing gifs of ben when he came back convinced me. he’s a character i’ve always wanted to see on screen, he’s unapologetically gay and always makes gay jokes about it like me and so many other queer people do and i finally got him and had to let myself get sucked back into it and then shipping ben and callum was almost like a natural progession from there. their dynamic is so chefs kiss and i love them sm 

my thoughts:

i have so many thoughts about them all the time lauren can attest to that we literally send each other paragraphs and paragraphs about them. the main thing about them that i love so much is their eye contact. it’s something thats so important and vital in their dynamic, they’re always looking at each other or looking for each other and even before they were a thing they were always making eye contact. it all comes right back to ben saying that he see’s callum but callum see’s him too and its something both of them haven’t had in so long?? nobody’s been able to just look at them and really SEE for so long and now they cant seem to ever look away from each other and they dont want to look away. the other thing thats so important in their dynamic is physical contact. they’re always touching each other like holding hands in the street or ben has his hand on callum’s thigh or callum is touching ben’s arm and shoulders because it’s such a reassuring gesture to both of them and they know they both need it. like, they both must be so touch starved?? ben has had physical touch, he’s super open about his sex life so we know that, but we know its canon that before callum he hadn’t just touched and been held in non-sexual ways since paul and callum has been pretending to be straight for 28 years and yeah he’s been touched too, but never in the way he really needed. when they meet in the park for the first time callum’s almost drawn to ben like a magnet and cant help but lean into him when he reaches out to touch him and the dam just BREAKS because he’s so starved of touch. and then when they get together its like constant touching because they both know that and its such a physical reassurance for the both of them and they’re not ashamed to admit that they both need it. ben isn’t tactile with many people, but he really is with people he cares about like lexi, jay, kathy, and now callum and i think that’s really important for their dynamic. anyway this got long and i could talk about this all day but i wont

What makes me happy about them:

we love representation baby!!!! and i love how devoted they are to each other, even if they show it in wildly different ways. callum is there for ben no matter what and chooses to defend him even when everybody else is against him, he sees all the good in ben where people would only ever see bad and chooses to stand by him through it all. and ben shows it so obviously whenever he tries to protect callum, like when he broke up with him because he thought he would ruin him and when he asked him if he wanted him to take care of leo. they both are so open and honest with each other and they really come into their own skin around each other. callum has become more confident and assured since they started dating and ben has become a lot softer and he isn’t afraid to be vulnerable now and everybody can see it. they both are two sides of the same coin and they bring out the best in each other!!

What makes me sad about them

oh don’t even get me started, ben is so fucking self-sacrificial. he pushed callum away to protect him even if it meant breaking his heart and callum pushed back and really challenged him even if it meant getting hurt more in the process. they both have had real difficult pasts and they’re so riddled with trauma and they could have so easily become closed off and cold but they didn’t, they both choose to love each other so deeply and fiercly 

Things done in fanfic that annoys me

it’s not so much of an annoyance but people making them sound super slangy or cockney makes me squirm

Things I look for in fanfic

the characterisation baby!!!! @sunsetsover has the best ben and callum characterisations in fics everything she writes is so flawless. 

My kinks:

i’ll never get over the fact that as soon as callum got back they stared at each other for a solid 30 seconds and then had desk sex in an unlocked office in the middle of the day on jay’s desk. also i would very much love to see one or both of them (particularly callum!!!!) get flustered over someone on the square noticing a hickey on their neck thank u very much

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

dont ask me this question the answer is nobody. they’ve set them up so deeply and their relationship is something thats so important and vital for each other that its hard for me to picture them with anybody else so seriously because of the established connection. 

My happily ever after for them:

ben, lola, jay, callum, and lexi all move away from the square together and live somewhere else as a happy little familly because its what they deserve. literally any ending where they end up together alive and happy

CALLUM HIGHWAY

How I feel about this character:

i love him with my whole ass heart i would die for him!!! i really want him to get his own sl soon, particularly the ptsd sl.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

ben mitchell

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

i love his friendship with lola and jay!!!!! 

My unpopular opinion about this character:

let him be dark already, mans is dating a mitchell and actively keeping a murder a secret and the writers still expect me to believe that he’s a cookie-cutter butter wouldn’t melt guy?? no. give me more of the callum who beat the shit out of leo and knows how to defend himself. let him overhear someone on the square threatening ben or lexi and just decking them in the face.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

with the kidnapping sl i really want him to get shot, it would be an amazing parallel to ben getting shot in the vic and we’d get an angsty i love you from ben and some soft hospital scenes. BUT!!!!! i also want him to kick the shit out of keanu beforehand. he’s strong as fuck theres no way keanu would get the drop on him. maybe keanu threatens lexi or ben and callum threatens him and says if he even tries he won’t have to outsource his murder because he’ll kill him himself. i want ben, stuart, and jay to turn up and keanu’s got bruises and blood on him and callum’s just like “i wondered how long it would take for you to show up” just let him be the badass morally grey character that he’s growing into

My OTP:

ben and callum baby!!!!!!!

My OT3:

i don’t have an ot3 for them but i think the dynamic between ben x callum x tubbs could have been super interesting if they’d gone there

ask me things

#this got so long but i love them and i love talking about them!!!! #ballum #gemma tag #cylonbarnes

[ask-diabolik-bois]

I am so sorry for this first picture, It’s super old and the only picture I have of him colored because I’ve been too lazy to actually draw ^^’

Name: Kobayashi ( Last ) Chihiro ( First )    

Kanji: 千尋小林    

Pronunciation: Kobayashi ( k OH b ah y AH sh ee ) Chihiro ( cha hero )    

Sign: Capricorn    

Birthday: January 1st    

Age: 16    

- A sketch I did of him recently -

Status: Alive                                                            

Physical and Vital Statistics    

Race: Human    

Ethnicity: Half Japanese Half Norwegian ( Mother is Norwegian Father is Japanese )    

Gender: feminine male ( A.K.A Bishounen, beautiful man, femboy, trap )    

 Height: 5’2  ( 157.48 cm )    

Weight: 136 lbs ( 61.689 kg )  

Blood Type: O    

Eye Color: His eye colors are a vibrant purple mixed with a pale magenta-pink

 Hair Color/Style: He has shoulder length hair, half black and half blonde, styled in low pigtails.                                                                                                  

Professional Status: He’s a first year and works part time at a pet store.

Affiliation: currently ( begrudgingly ) living with the Sakamaki’s      

- Drawing done by Slyphynford Tachibana on Amino https://aminoapps.com/c/diaboliklove/page/user/slyphynford-tachibana/1Jl7_wMPU8faG3e8oR6vVZ3olPwEvolELQsm -                                                                 

Personal Status

  Relatives: Has an older brother, His father died two years ago, Mother remarried ( to Karl Heinz ) step father, and a bunch of new brothers. 

Hobbies: learning kpop dances, making clothes, and finding only the best of memes.   

Favorite Food: Authentic Norwegian Meatballs / Kjøttkaker                                                                                                          

Biography  

Brief Biography: Chihiro has lived a relatively normal life, his father and mother owned a business company that his older brother currently works at in hopes he’ll get a higher position. Chihiro himself has no desire to take over the company, while in middle school Chihiro’s father mysteriously died his body being found in the woods, it’s still unknown how his death happened. Fast forward two years later Chihiro’s Mother is now engaged to a man named Tougo Sakamaki and he is now forced to live with his new “ brothers “ and get along with them.    

Appearance: Chihiro has a rather short, thin figure and is often mistaken as a girl for his appearance. He has shoulder length hair, half black and half blonde, styled in low pigtails and purple eyes with noticeably long eyelashes. When wearing his school uniform Chihiro opts to wear the sweater version with dark pants, chains attached to his belt loops and a black belt around his waist, a pair of combat black boots to go along with his outfit and a dog tag necklace that he is never seen without. For common wear Chihiro is often seen wearing sweaters some low cut some not some pastel colors some black, He’s also seen wearing chokers, tights under his shorts if he wears shorts, and ripped skinny jeans.   

Personality: controlled, conscientious, practical confident, self-determined, strong-willed and intuitive; unfortunately he is also self-centered, cold, unpredictable and potentially a workaholic.    

History: ( See Brief biography )   

Abilities: Runs fast, Speaks Japanese and Norwegian, can cook certain Norwegian dishes but only a small amount, isn’t too good at cooking otherwise, enjoys dancing but isn’t good at singing.    

Trivia: * He’s right handed *His appearance is all around eye catching * Isn’t too good at cleaning this is why his room is a little messy * Has always wanted a pet but was never allowed to have one since his mother was allergic to dogs and his father was allergic to cats * He’s gay * Kuudere ™ * wears a size 8 in shoes * puts on weight easily and is careful with what he eats * often goes on diets some including not eating certain meals * has a small eating disorder * has a habit of messing with his hair

#Diabolik Lovers #diabolik lovers oc #diabolikloversoc #dloc #dl oc #oc #Kobayashi Chihiro