#i was talking to an older gay man the other day and i noticed he referred to himself as queer more often than he did gay

[robo-bud]

I love how pissed off people can get when characters are retconned to be queer in some way. (long tags)

#even when it's treated with respect and breathes more life into the character(s) #ex. alan sc0tt. he was originally a straight man from older comics who was later made gay #<- (though. it was just to join in on the popular trend of gay representation without any real effort at the time) #but instead of erasing it after that failed. a bi writer/artist took up the character and made it so much more. #opening up to a close friend. he talks about the period typical homophobia that he had to deal with back in his day #-- while also learning to accept and love himself. #I do understand the concerns that come with making Alan gay #(ex. pushes aside other gay characters who are already in the bg + takes a character who's been only straight throughout his whole run) #-- I can't help but notice so many arguments are rooted in homophobia. #''making a character a political statement'' that ''ruining their previous relationships'' this. It's just ridiculous #a robot posts #dcposting

[shygirl4991]

Trapped in a Bleaky Winter

All art belongs to @lizaluvsthis thats right me and Liz are at it again enjoy our collab fic for snowtrapped anniversary!

Summary: Mario looks at the calendar and notices it's been eight years since the igloo incident. Seeing that his friends are still not together, Mario decides to take things into his own hands by helping them confess their hidden feelings. 

Tags: Love confession, snowtrapped, fluff, igloo, angst

Mario kicks down the door to the castle like he does every visit to his best friend's home, feeling hungry he decides to get more spaghetti from his friend's fridge.  He walks to the kitchen and notices a circle around tomorrow's date, normally the plumber would ignore what day it is for his love of pasta but this date was different. He remembered the date well, it was eight years ago when his two best friends SMG3 and SMG4 were rivals.  They always fought and SMG3 was known to steal the other man's content to gain popularity, on that date the pair got stuck in the igloo and went crazy. Mario chuckles at the memory of what he walked in on, since that day he had hoped the two would notice their feelings.

He opens the fridge shaking his head as he reaches for the pasta, one sniff of the plate gives the avatar an idea. The anniversary was tomorrow, if Mario could get the pair alone together they might finally talk about their feelings. With this on his mind he runs to his brother's shop to get help, kicking down the flower shop doors he runs up to the counter smacking the bell. Luigi sighs as he stares at his twin, he keeps hitting the bell until Luigi gently moves the bell from his hand “Yes Mario?” the plumber looks up at his younger twin excitedly “Mario needs help with a sneaky gay plan!” Luigi stares at his brother confused waiting for an explanation. 

Mario hands two envelopes and paper “Mario needs some letters written!”  Luigi looks at the paper unsure what his role was in the plan. Mario leans up whispering what to write to Luigi only to get a nervous nod, he writes the letters handing them back to his older brother “Mario, what is this all about?” with a wink as an answer, Mario runs off to help two dumb gays get together. He runs up to SMG4, the meme guardian is outside the castle recording some memes that Mario didn't care to look at.  He slides up to four startling the man “AH! Oh hey Mario, everything okay?” He gives a concerned look to the other man, Mario gives him a bright smile and hands him a letter. Taking the letter SMG4 smiles widely “Tag6 wants to go on a date with me, a girl? This is the best news…wait Mario if this is a prank I swear to all the memes in the kingdom I'm kicking your ass!” Mario shakes his head “No! The letters were left by the castle doors!” 

SMG4 lets out an excited giggle accepting Mario’s excuse, Mario smiles watching SMG4 run to the castle to get ready. Once out of sight, he turns his attention to the second target, walks up to the cafe, and knocks on the door. An annoyed Three walks out “What do you want Mario, if you don't remember you’re not allowed here for scaring my customers last time!”  Mario shows off a letter with a smirk. Three blinks taking it from Mario and reading it “Some fan wants to meet up on a date? Hm I don't go on dates with fans but this Aster sounds interesting, they could help bring more people to the cafe!” with that Three shoos off Mario and slams the door. 

After a few hours, with the help of Luigi who still needs clarification about what this is all for, built an igloo at the date location. Mario throws his twin away from the area as Three makes it to the location first “It said to meet….here?” he blinks, staring at the igloo before him. Flashbacks of what happened last time he was near one came back to him, getting nervous he was going to start walking away until he heard something behind him. Next thing he knew he was being thrown into the igloo “AHHH!” screaming he landed inside seeing the place decorated for a dinner date “MARIO! LET ME OUT!” with a giggle Mario hid again. Four appears and hears screaming inside the igloo, he looks around nervously given what happened last time he was near one. Seeing no one else around he walks to the door, and with a smirk, Mario shoves Four in. The man flying forward opens the door landing on top of SMG3, pleased with the results Mario covers the door.

SMG4 groans, opening his eyes, his face goes red seeing he is on top of SMG3. Three held his breath as his ruby eyes looked into Four sapphire-colored ones, after the shock wore off SMG4 got up letting out an awkward laugh “Hahah sorry about that!” Three shakes his head getting up “Blame our idiot avatar.” Four looks at the exit then at Three “WAIT MARIO!?” he runs to the door attempting to open it.  He feels his face go pale at the realization “No…NO OH GOD- NOT AGAIN!?” Three watches as SMG4 starts to have a mental breakdown. With a sigh he walks up to the door and places a bomb “Poor idiotic Four, this is why you always carry emergency bombs!” hearing this four gets up in a panic “You dumb ass this is an igloo! WE HAVE NOWHERE TO ESCAPE THE BLAST!” Three blinks as his eyes shrink looking at the lit bomb “Oh.” 

The bomb goes off shaking the igloo, without a second thought, Three grabs Four pulling him close to protect him from anything dangerous that could land on him.  Four holds on to Three until the shaking stops, they both turn their head to see the exit completely covered in snow. Three nervously looks at Four “You…uh think Mario will save us again?” Four lets out a sigh looking into Three’s eyes and giving him a nervous smile “Yeah I mean he did it last time!” realizing how close they were they pulled away from each other. 

Four sighs looking at the decoration of the igloo, he shouldn't be surprised that no girl wanted to be on a date with him. From the look of the igloo, Four could guess this must have been another weird trend Mario was following. He remembers how the last one made him and Three kiss, the memory causes his face to become red he was sure he could be mistaken for a tomato. He needed to relax, maybe it was the igloo making him panic. Reminding himself that things were different between them, he turned around to see three sitting on the floor.  He decides to sit next to him “Mario got me here with a fake date, how about you?” He handed his other half his letter to prove his work. Three takes the letter reading it, he rolls his eyes understanding what happened “Same handwriting as mine, Mario was trying to set us up. Well, look where that landed up!” Four glares at Three “Sure Mario got us here, but who was it that blew up the igloo in the first place!”

Three blushes looking away, he then remembered something as he started to look around. He searches different drawers and then pulls out a blanket “We need to keep warm, so here.”  He tosses it at four before sitting back down. Seeing there's only one blanket Four light blushes as he wraps it around them both, Three gets closer causing Four’s heart to beat fast. This was getting to be too much for the guardian “Hey um Three, isn't it funny how easy it is now to share body warmth…compared to last time?” Three nods getting closer to Four “That’s cause we hated each other, now we are friends and im fucking cold so shut it!” They sit there silently before Four speaks up again “Why do you think Mario did this?” Three scoffs “What other reason besides he thinks we…have feelings for each other.” They go silent again as Four thinks over his words, feeling nervous he turns ready to admit his hidden feelings only to catch the man crying “Three?” he reaches out, wiping the tears off the man's face. SMG3 lets out a bitter smile “This whole thing is stupid, I only accept this date to move forward. Now we moved backwards cause of course I will be stuck with you again! Why would you even notice someone as worthless as me…” 

Four’s eyes go wide upon hearing his words before glaring at him, he grabs the man's face staring right into his eyes “Shut it, you’re amazing Three. Have you seen all that you have done? You have had so many jobs and built so many amazing things, you're amazing!” Three could only stare in shock hearing his words, his heart beating fast. Four lets out a soft giggle “You supermemeguardian3 you’re amazing, it's why…I got so confused, ..let me show you.” he leans forward pressing his lips against three. 

Three didn’t know what to do feeling the other man's soft lips on his, four pulled away now crying “I'm the one who shouldn't get your time… I have hurt you so much, I understand if you don't feel the same.”  They both stay silent before Three grabs Four pulling him into another kiss, this one filled with his love for the other man. Four hums closing his eyes and returning the affection, they stay kissing for a while only to be broken apart when they hear screaming outside. The pair pulled away to see Meggy dashing in “OH THANK GOD!” She runs up to the pair hugging them, after the hug they walk out of the igloo glaring at Mario. The avatar smiles at the two “Did the date work?” They smack Mario and stomp away annoyed with the plumber “The nerve asking something that stupid!” Three couldn't help the outburst given the fear he had if they stayed any longer.  Four smiles softly taking Three’s hand ignoring Meggy and Saiko yelling at Mario, sure the plan didn't go the way Mario expected it to. That didn't matter to him when he caught the pair holding hands smiling, Four leaned in close “I Love you three,” the other man blushed looking away “Baka! Saying something so casual…I… I love you too.” They both let out nervous giggles excited to see where this next chapter takes them. 

#smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #shygirl4991 #smg4 smg3 #lizaluv #smg43 #smg34 fanfiction #Trapped in a Bleaky Winter #the girl in fatal lavenders #the chains of a fragile soul

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 17

George is so sweet to put so much effort into helping Ringo write his song and to not ask for any kind of writing credit. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, right? But also, I’d do that for Ringo too if I were him. Ringo deserves it for everything he’s given to that band and the little credit he’s received. 

“What am I playing, Richie?” “You’ll be on drooms.” If the Beatles know how to do one thing, it’s be cute. 

John, stop talking about Paul’s strong arms, you're embarrassing yourself. 

I do have to just include this here. From my Get Back book. I never heard, “was it sexually oriented?” on the nagra reels, but apparently that’s what Peter Jackson’s cleaned-up version gave him, and again, he was like, “hmm. Too gay.” 

He’s known Heather for how long? Less than a year, right? But if somebody had showed me just this footage and told me he’d raised her from a newborn, I would not blink an eye. That kind of tired but fond interaction is exactly how a dad plays with his kid. And she’s climbing all over him and bossing him around like he’s never not been in her life. It’s beautiful. 

And John, with his “are you going to eat them?” is the perfect sort of bad-example favorite uncle. The kind that would check her out of school when she’s older and go get her ears pierced when her dad had said she was too young. 

Sorry, I promise I’m not just going to be thirsting over dad Paul this whole time. I have to just make one thing clear, and this is the only thing I’ll say on the subject and then I’m done. If a man is a 3 and a good dad, he’s a 10. Paul was already an 11, so I’m literally just done-for. Okay, I’ll shut up. 

John and Paul doing their usual thing, only paying attention to each other. Talking about an Elvis gospel ending for Let it Be. George, smirking, stands up: and we’ll all kneel as you do it. If John had said it, Paul would be in stitches. But George said it, and he might as well have never opened his mouth for all the notice he gets. And it’s honestly heartbreaking, if you can take your eyes off of the insanity of John and Paul’s weird eye-contact, to watch George’s face go from excited at his own wit and hopeful for a laugh to just completely downcast. Twelve years of that. Twelve years. 

Ringo, you’re an absolute saint. He’s being so sweet to Heather, even letting her mess with his symbols, and then Paul has the audacity to tell him to “keep it lighter.” Like. Paul. Do you think that maybe the fact that he’s got a five-year-old over there “helping” him might have anything to do with how the drums are coming out? Just a thought. Anyone else would at least have something to say about it. Ringo just sort of nods along but he looks SO tired.

TFW you’re inspiring the next generation of women to be loud and free and take up space.

“Dig it” is actually insane to me. I know I’m crazy, but remember those twin dreams they had about buried treasure when they first met? “If you want it, you can dig it up.” ???

When George and Paul just jump into harmonizing together when they’re talking about The Long and Winding Road arrangement? Their voices are like magic together. I wish they would’ve had George sing that part in the final thing, actually.  

#that's all for today folks #even later then last time #paul mccartney #the beatles #john lennon #mclennon #ringo starr #george harrison #get back

[like-apollo]

A Funky Friendsgiving

[I thought it would be fun to include some characters from my last story]

You were laying on your back in Anthony's king size bed, as his tan bubble butt was spread across your face.  “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down your face causing his hole to move from your nose to your mouth, back and forth. It smelled so bitter yet sweet.  “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

The movement was building pressure around his puckered ass and you knew you were trapped.  Not that you minded

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt 

“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more heavy gas down your throat. 

PhhFfrttPtt.

“Kiss it for me, babe?”  He kept ripping ass while grinding on your open mouth and up your nose.  You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care.  It was coming from Anthony’s beautiful buttocks and you had no plans to stop…

Earlier that night, you arrived at your friend Christina’s house for a friendsgiving.  You had been looking forward to catching up with some good friends that you’ve known since high school.  It’s tough to get everyone together being in your 30s now, but you always made it work and it was always worth it. 

Even your friend Dante who you hadn’t seen in several months showed up, which was a nice surprise.  He brought his father David.  His dad was extremely fit and good looking for his age and you couldn’t help but to admire him.  Even though he was older, he fit in with everyone and made good company.  You happened to notice that Dante and David seemed very close for a father and son. Their energy threw you off at first, but you tried not to read into it too much.  Everyone was having a good time, after all.

With such a diverse group of friends, there was an exceptional mix of cuisine:  Dante and David brought their delicious Macaroni and Cheese; Noel brought a large platter of brown rice and beans along with a side of cheesy beef empenadas; Anthony brought his home made stuffed shells; Tia made mashed potatoes and a side of brussel sprouts; you brought a broccoli and cheddar fondu; and Christina, being the host, prepared a delicious turkey with a side of gravy and stuffing.  There was way more than enough food for the 7 of you.

Everyone was catching up and having a good time.  You stepped away to get a beer when suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“Yo man!  Long time no see.”  You tunred around to see your friend Anthony.  Anthony was tall, handsome guy and he always had your back, even in your earlier school days.  Being an extrovert, Anthony now worked in sales and introduced you to a lot of people throughout the years, both friends and colleagues.  He was charismatic and always made people feel comfortable, but he was also a great friend. You couldn't help but admire his charm. 

“Hey Tony!  I was just grabbing a drink.”  Tony walked with you to the kitchen as you caught up with each other.  You've always had a crush on Anthony, but your friendship never went beyond that.  He knew you were gay from the beginning which helped him open up to you when he began exploring his own sexual identity and thoughts about other men, but it was more platonic.  Plus he had been living with his boyfriend Alex for over a year now and you cared about his happiness more than anything. 

Still, you felt more of an attraction to him tonight and noticed he was talking to you more than any of your friends.   Not that you minded, but it was hard to keep your feelings down - literally as your cock jumped in your pants every time he spoke. 

After a few drinks, it was time for dinner.  You looked in awe at the abundance of a delcious dinner in front of you.  Anthony grabbed 2 plates and handed one to you.  “Look, so there’s something I wanted to tell you.  After my promotion, I was actually able to move out and get a place of my own.  It was rough at first, but I’m making it work.”

You didn’t really understand what he meant.  Last time you checked, him and Alex were doing well together.  “Oh wow. I mean that’s great Tone, but you and Alex already had your own place, no?” 

“Yeah, so about that...”  Anthony was loading his plate up now.  He started with the Mac and Cheese and then added rice and beans. “As you know, me and Alex have gone through our ups and downs in the past.”  He was piling up his plate now with turkey, brussel sprouts, 2 empanadas, stuffed shells and mashed potatoes.  “We were always able to work through them, but we got into a big argument and there’s just no going back.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say. On one hand, you were shocked.  I mean, you cared about your friend, but it also low key made you excited knowing that he was single again.  But you also wanted to be there for him.  “Wow Tony, wait so back up, everything was going good between you and Alex, so what happened?” 

“I don’t really know how to tell you man, but“

“Sheesh Tony, the food isn’t going anywhere” he was interrupted by your other good frined Noel, noticing the mountain of dinner on his plate.  “I can’t even see the plate underneath!”

“Relax Noel, there’s definitely more than enough food here.” Christina chimed in.

“Yeah, but we all know what happens to Tony’s stomach when he eats too much.” Noel said grinning.

Noel was great guy and he was part of your inner circle back in the day.  What he was referring to was Anthony’s lactose intolerance, which you all were familiar with.  Even when he took his digestive enzymes, Tony’s gas was heavy and lethal. And dairy just added fuel to the flames.  Tonight his plate was full of different cheesy foods in addition to the turkey.

Tony walked over to Noel: “Life’s too short, man.” he turned his back to Noel.  “Sometimes you just gotta let loose-”

BbbbBBrrRRppPPttt

“…and live a little” he said as he ripped a booming 7 second fart right on Noel’s plate.

“Come on Tone, that was right on my food!”  Noel said frustrated as he walked to the living room.  Anthony just gave an evil smirk as he followed behind Noel.  Everyone was laughing about it as they went to the living room – well, everyone except for you.

Aside from the potent stench, his fart didn't really phase you. You stood in the kitchen for a moment contemplating what to do.  You really wanted to tell Anthony about your feelings tonight, and he just disclosed that he was single now, so you had the freedom to speak on it.  Still, as his friend, you wanted to know what happened with Alex. You wanted to talk to him, alone.

Back in the living room, everyone was eating and chatting.  Anthony was enjoying his massive plate while chatting with Dante and David.  You walked over and sat with them, trying to join in the conversation. 

“Man that was a pretty gnarly fart earlier” Dante said with a laugh.  “Can’t imagine how bad it’s going to get after dinner.” 

“Trust me, it’s gonna keep me up all night.” Dante and David gave each other an interesting look, which you never understood to this day. But your mind was occupied about Anthony to think too much about it.

Anthony finished his plate without saying a word to you.  You felt a shift in the energy, as he got up and walked to the bathroom.  As the night went on, you caught up with your other friends.  You tried to talk to Anthony again but it was as if he ignored you.  He was showing you so much attention at the start of the party, so what was going on?

By the end of the night, everyone was saying their goodbyes until it was just you and Anthony.  You both decided to leave together and after saying goodbye to Christina, you walked outside in silence.

“I’ve been trying to talk to you all night Tony” you said breaking the silence.  “You okay?”

“I’m good man, it was just a little bit uncomfortable earlier” he was finally opening up to you.

“Look, Tony, I’m not sure what happened but you can talk to me about anything.”

He looked at you and took a deep breath, then closed his eyes forcefully as he leaned forward.

BBBbbBBBRrrrRRPPPbbBBUUuuUUUMMMPpppPPPFFfffFTttTTt

He let out a loud, chunky 23-second fart that shook the whole street and set off the neighbor’s car alarm.   Even being outside, the smell hit burned the inside of your nostrils as you began coughing.

“Damn Tony, you might wanna check your pants. I was just-“

He interrupted you.  “Look I don’t know how to say this, but here it goes: yes, I have some powerful gas. But it’s not for everyone.  Alex wasn’t a fan of it.  We ended up getting into a huge fight over it.  The reason I left is because he couldn’t take it and he wasn’t open to it.”  he was looking at the ground now.  “He told me it was disgusting…”

“Wow, Tony, I’m so sorry man, I had no idea.  I mean it seems a little extreme to break up over farting.”  You wanted to tell him more about your feelings, but you were just trying to be there for your friend at this point.

“Well it’s not just about the gas.  The thing of it is, I have a kink for farting on other men.  I haven't been able to explore that yet. And I wanted to with Alex.  He seemed so open minded when we first met and I thought that after so much time he’d be willing to try it” Anthony said, now looking up at you.  “And the other thing is, seeing you tonight just made me feel good again.  But I didn’t want this to weird you out.  I mean I saw how Alex reacted…” It was all making sense now as to why he was ignoring you.  

Somehow through the gas, you were extremely turned on.  You had never really tried anything with farts before but just the idea of Anthony being so vulnerable in this moment about his deepest desire was turning you on. You didn't understand it but you were open to it.

“Look Tony I gotta be honest with you man.  It’s always been you.  I’ve always liked you.  Yes, your gas is powerful, but that never really bothered me.  Actually, if you want, we could try it out sometime…”

He grabbed your hand. “Well hopefully Christina doesn’t mind keeping your car overnight.  And we can just tell her you drank too much or something” He said with a laugh. Now Tony was the one getting hard at the thought of farting in your face all night.  “Would you wanna come back to my place?”

You couldn’t say no to him.  The thought of being with Anthony, who you've known for years, and the thought of taking his beautiful ass just felt right.  His stomach was rumbling at this point and he was ready to give you all of his built up gas, and you had no choice but to be there for him. 

You made it back to his car. As he puilled out of the driveway, he locked all of the windows.  

BrrRRrRRMmpppffffFffFt. The first of many deadly farts erupted and he moaned in relief, hand on his stomach.  The smell was intoxicating and you felt your eyes water being trapped in his car.  You honestly weren’t sure if you could take it but that was just turning you on more. Not to mention that it was giving Anthony so much pleasure and fulfilling his desires. Your dick was growing in your pants.

You started giving him a belly rub as he drove back to his place.  You could feel the bubbling in his guts as he was driving quicker.  The combination of all the food he ate was really messing with his stomach.

PffFfFFFFrRUrrrtT His farts kept coming out and shaking his seat.  “Ugh babe I have so much gas tonight.  I hope you’re ready for it.”  The smell was overpowering your mind.  You moved your hand down from his stomach and felt his throbbing cock through his pants, which turned you on even more.  Good thing Anthony’s house was only a few minutes away.

Tthe smell was overpowering, but you were so turned on being inside in Anthony’s fart cloud and breathing in his gas.  It’s like he was conditioning you to fall in love with his funk.  He quickly parked and you looked at each other as he kissed you passionately in the midst of his stink.  You were both precumming now, as he licked your lips and you felt his tongue inside your mouth. You both made it inside to his room, while he ripped as with each step up the stairs. 

You walked in first and he followed, closing the door behind him.  You walked over to his bed and he followed.  “Baby, you know you’re gonna take all of this ass tonight, right?” he says taking his pants off.

He turned around and you saw his bubble butt busting out of his slacks as he threw them to the wall.  He turned around to reveal his 8 inch rock hard cock poking through his underwear.  You were staring in awe, dick throbbing as you began to unbutton your own pants when he pushed you back on the bed. He turned around and stood above you. 

You saw his beautiful ass pointed out getting closer to your face as his legs straddled each side of your torso.  He finished taking your pants off as his ass rested on your face like two firm pillows until he was pressing full weight on your warm face.

Anthony pulled out your dick and jerked you off as he leaned forward .  You gripped his waist and pushed his butt farther down onto your face as his cheeks spread further apart in his underwear.

BbBbBBrRRrRoOommMmpppFffttt.

This was the first of his farts that you ever took directly to the face and the smell hit you instantly. You had no choice but to breathe it in and smell his toxic fumes.  “Ahhhh fuck baby, having your face on my ass is what I've been waiting for.”  Even through his thin briefs, you could still taste the bitter aroma of the enormous plate he ate earlier. 

He ascended up giving you a moment of semi-fresh air with the smell of his farts still lingering and pulled down his underwear to reveal his glorious, tan bubble butt.  It was slightly hairy and his raw, unwashed crack looked delicious. 

You were laying on your back in his king size bed as he spread his bare, tan ass across your face, feeling the rim of his smooth asshole brush up against your mouth.  “Don’t be shy babe, eat it up” he said as he was grinding on you, rocking up and down. It smelled so bitter yet sweet.  bBBBbruuppPppFfT “I mean it is Thanksgiving after all.”

He was moving his butt up and down your face while your tongue was going in and out of his dirty hole.

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt 

“Ahhhh there you go, baby” he sighed as your tongue pressed against his hole and penetrated deep into his anal canal, causing him to realase more gas down your throat. 

PhhFfrttPtt.

“Kiss it for me, babe?”  He kept ripping ass while still grinding on your open mouth and up your nose.  You knew it was the only air you would be breathing tonight but you didn’t care.  You were in heaven with Anthony, enjoying all his gas. 

“Fuuuucckkkkk babe, I hope you weren’t tired tonight, because I have no plans of stopping.”  You opened your mouth and planted it around his ass, pushing deeper as he pressed harder on your smothered face. 

BRRRrrRrooOommFfrRRooUUmppttTT

“Mmmhhhhh-ugh” Anthony was moaning in pleasure as your entire mouth surrounded his throbbing hole.  He ripped more and more ass.  You could feel the pressure release from his body as he moaned in relief.  

Even though you could barely breathe, you kept licking Anthony’s hole and taking all of his bitter farts, as you felt his warm mouth surround your throbbing cock. You released loads of thick cum down his throat until it overflowed from his mouth.  “Nngghhh” You heard a faint strain from above before

BBBBBBBbBBbbbrRRruuUuUMUmNnnNNNMMPPPpPpFfftTTTtttTTsss

The strong pressure from his hole released a violent, meaty eruption of farts that lasted more than 60 seconds, with his toxic fumes releasing directly into your face, forcing you to breathe pure gas.  Your vision became blurry until you were unconscious, knocked out by Anthony’s dirty farts.

#gay fart #eproctophilia #fart kink #male farts #gay gas

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - MVP

"Come on! That shot was easy! Even a baby could have done it, even Cedric here!" Buck shouted in full voice.

Cedric tried to crawl into the plastic seat he was sitting in even further. If there was a dictionary entry for "cringe", there would be a picture of his father right next to it. The older man had been drinking heavily since noon, and when he wasn't shouting about how much better he was than everyone else, he was busy humiliating Cedric. Sometimes, like right now, he even managed to do both at the same time.

His dad, Buck, was the very definition of a redneck. From drinking during the day to the pickup truck he drove, everything about that 40 year old man fit together to form one big cliché. He was loud, drunk and always ready to pick a fight. He never missed an opportunity to tell you that you were doing something wrong or that you should try harder. And of course, he was always better than everyone else, at least in theory. The very definition of the Dunning-Kruger effect.

Cedric, on the other hand, was nothing short of a nerd. He had been raised by his mother after his parents divorced when he was three years old and was a smart guy. With his 20 years, he was already half way through university and working towards a Master's degree in computer science. But all that meant little to Buck. He couldn't stand anyone who wasn't as dumb as he was, and he especially hated nerds. Of course, another thing that made their relationship difficult was that Cedric was gay - a fact that Buck knew and constantly made fun of every chance he got.

Every now and then, Cedric tried to better his relationship with his dad, like today, where they went to a hockey game together. Cedric hated every second of it. The mind-numbing sport, the shouting, the drinking, the cliché male atmosphere... and of course his father. Well, it was halftime already, not much longer to endure.

"Hey, are you listening, boy?" Buck's pronunciation was slurred slightly, as he leaned closer.

"I said that I need to take a piss!" Buck said more loudly than necessary. "Come!"

Cedric didn't know why he had to come along, but he groaned and followed his father.

Since it was halftime, there already was a long line of men in front of the public restroom.

"See, that's what I'm talking about, they don't teach you the useful shit in your fancy school." Buck grumbled and pointed at the line. "Now look at them. They're all waiting their turn like good little boys. And they're gonna miss half of the game. Come on, this way."

Buck led Cedric through maintenance corridors until they arrived at a door, which he opened with a grand gesture.

"But this locker room here is never ever used. The players are all out in the field now and the door is always unlocked. If I were the manager here, I'd fire the janitor."

Buck shrugged his shoulder and walked to one of the steel urinals on the wall.

"You stand watch while your old man does his business!"

All of this made Cedric really uncomfortable. This was basically breaking into an area they were not supposed to be in, and he had to stand here and watch over his horrible dad.

Something on the ground caught his attention and he bent down to pick it up. A curious coin was lying on the floor. He pocketed it to show it a friend who was into collecting later. Perhaps at least something positive would come out of this.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by his father shouting loudly: "What the fuck!"

As he looked over, he saw that Buck was looking down at his crotch. At first, Cedric thought it was some kind of bad joke, but the surprise seemed genuine. Curiosity got the better of him and Cedric looked over. At first, he didn't understand what was wrong until he saw his dad's cock. It was really big, really dark and really stiff. Cedric didn't know why Buck was so aroused all of a sudden, but then he noticed something was clearly wrong. As he was watching, the stiff member got even darker and, more importantly, even longer. It was growing out in a frightening speed and looked less and less like flesh by the second.

"What's going on? Hold on, I'm gonna call the ambulance." Cedric took out his phone and cursed under his breath. No reception. Then he froze. The hand that was holding his phone was wrong. It was not his hand, but it was much bigger. His whole body was tingling weirdly, as his frame shot up in height and width. All of a sudden, his clothes felt tight and uncomfortable, and Cedric struggled to get out of them.

"What the hell?" He muttered, as he watched himself grow larger quickly. He was still wearing his jeans, but they were too small for him now. He quickly pulled them off and threw them away before he looked over to his dad again.

The older man had his own troubles. His cock had grown to at least 75 cm length by now and was obviously made out of blackened wood. The tip was larger and bent. Overall, it looked like a hockey stick that was firmly attached to the older man’s groin and just finished growing into the full size.

Just then, a clacking noise was heard as something fell down to the ground below Buck. He looked down to see a hockey puck between his legs and his face went white as he grabbed between his legs with his left hand.

"That's my balls! That's my freaking balls!"

Meanwhile, Cedric's body was becoming more and more muscular. His bi- and triceps grew huge, and his legs got stronger with firm muscles as well.

A slight coating of hair grew in on his pecs that became more manly and impressive by the moment. Impressive was also a good word to describe his crotch! A large cock and balls surrounded by some curly manly hair hung proudly between his massive legs.

Meanwhile, Bucks cock had finished transforming into a hockey stick. His clothing dissolved and revealed a most unusual sight: The skin on his upper body was getting redder, unnaturally so. However, below the waistline, his legs turned a bright blue. His whole body puffed out and looked more and more like synthetic fabric, probably polyester. His head on the other hand, became red and shiny metallic with his face forming into a protective metal grate.

Buck's crotch, which was already cock- and ballless turned into a protective cup, complete with jockstrap.

Cedric could only watch in shock as his former father collapsed to the ground, now nothing more than a heap of protective gear for a star hockey player. A hockey player like... Cedric? Cedric held his head, which squared out into a manly, rugged face. Yes, that seemed right. He needed to hurry, halftime was nearly over. He needed to get back to the ice, to bring his team to victory!

Cedric briefly wondered why he had stripped completely just to use the urinal, but he finished pissing quickly and got dressed again.

The bulky hockey uniform that was once Cedric’s father felt proud of his son for the first time as he tightly wrapped the large masculine body. His son was a star ice hockey player, and his job was to protect his body and be his tool - a task he felt most useful and content in.

If you enjoyed this story, perhaps the other ones of the series are also something you'd like.

#inanimate transformation #inanimate tf #two sides of the same coin #male transformation #muscle tf

[neoballsucker]

DIVE INTO YOU

Summary : you and your co-workers/ friends decided to go on a trip for a vacation from work what else could happen?

Genre : friends/ coworkers to lovers

Pairs : doyoung X fem!reader X Johnny

Waring : Smut , fluff at the end , threesome , Double Penetration , if there any else pls lemme know 😭🙏

WC : 1.8k

A/N : it's kinda quick cuz I wrote that when I was half asleep I'm sorry 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

You always dreamed of a man to fit the standards your standards tall handsome face muscular body a sweet smile smooth voice talented can cook can take care of you and understand you and show you love as much as you do you tried dating multiple times it never worked out you really thought you were the problem you never lasted with any of them while they find the love of their life getting married and even having kids you didn't really care children and marriage weren't really your thing being the hopeless romantic you are , you went to the bar after work , you worked in a really big company and you were getting paid really well , you never complained about anything in your life

I'm the bar you sometimes go with your workmates but most of the times you go alone, the job was alot so you go to get drunk and maybe get laid if you're lucky enough

“The usual or something new this time?” The bartender asked you

“Nah get me the usual or do you have anything special ?” you asks and rolls her eyes

“Then the usual” he chuckles and disappears

You look around the bar you notice some familiar faces but you weren't really interested in any of them until your eyes were fixed on doyoung and Johnny

They were from the office you worked at they were everyone's crush , when someone try and flirt with any of them they just smile and nod simply, some people thought they had girlfriends some thought they were gay and dating cause they always stick to eachother and hang out together

You were kinda interested in them they were handsome and so gentle and kind with everyone but you didn't really wanna date someone from work

“Here's your drink miss” he taps your shoulder

“ah thank you” you take the drink from his hand as you turn your back you find a muscular body Infront of you…well two of them actually

“Oh hey y/n right?” It was a familiar voice you looked up to see the two beautiful men from your office the voice was coming from doyoung

“Ahh yes you're right that's me” you smile and nod slightly

“You look stunning by the way” the other older man says with a sweet smile

“Oh well thank you you look great as well” you smile back at him

“Oh let's go take a seat” doyoung noted and both you and Johnny nod in agreement all three of you walk over to the nearest table

The three of you talked and got to know eachother more it was really nice talking to them they were nice and had a really stable life both of them were gentle with you had a really sweet smile the night ended with all three of you drunk everyone barely could walk on their feet

The next day when you woke up you found both of them checking if you went home safely it was really sweet of them

Days after days weeks after weeks you developed a really good friendship

Months passed and you decided to go on a vacation it was nice to go on a beach trip after working most of the year right?

After a long trip everybody goes to their room and rest til the next morning

“Good morning y/n !!” A text from doyoung was sent

“ahh good morning doyoung did you sleep well?”

“Oh yes I did wanna head to the beach?”

“Oh yeah sure just wait until I get ready”

“Yeah alright then see you soon”

You smile at his text and go to change and get ready you wore your 2 piece swimsuit and did your hair and wore some sunscreen after that you got out of your room heading to the hotel's gate and met doyoung and Johnny there

“Good morning princess did you sleep well?” Johnny asked while smiling

“Oh yes I did , did you sleep well ?” You smile back at him

“Of course I did” he chuckles softly as you roll your eyes

As both men sit in the front seats you sit in the backseat

“i had to reserve the beach” doyoung says

“What ? Why did you do that there's literally nothing special about it” you ask confusedly

“Well that beach is really famous and it has alot good services so it was worth it y/n” doyoung says trying to convince you

“Yeah we will also stay the whole day there they has some house Infront of the beach so don't worry about it so much” Johnny added to the younger man's words

“Oh well…at that point it's fine I guess “ you can hear them both chuckles after about 30 minutes you finally arrived to your destination

“C'mon y/m we arrived” doyoung says

Johnny was more flirty than doyoung he always flirted with you it's not like you're the only one he always flirted with people it was something he does while doyoung was more serious while talking he didn't like being really flirty or anything but never complained about any of them it's their nature

You got out of the car grabbing your bag and tried helping them taking out the things they got but they refused

“Let me guess you didn't grab any clothes to stay here did you?” Doyoung asks you and chuckles

“And how was I supposed to know we're staying here? Nobody told me”

“Well luckily I got extra pajama in case something happened or whatever”

“Aww thank you doyoung “ you hugged him for few seconds and pulled out

“Anyways love birds are you ready to have fun?” Johnny says and rolls his eyes

“Oh stop Johnny you're not funny anyways let's go” doyoung chuckles and grabs few things like towels sunscreen sunglasses etc

You all headed to the beach it was fun Johnny tried showing off his skills but failed trying some tricks you saw on the internet it was fun you laughed talked time passed really quickly everyone got out showered and slept for about an hour

“Wake up sleepy head” you feel doyoung shake you off

“I'm awake doyoung” you said In a sleepy tone

“I can see that” he tsks as you feel his face closer to you

You tried to keep distance

“Are you trying to kiss me or what?” You ask jokingly

“Oh is it that obvious?” He chuckles and got closer to you, it was kinda surprising to you cause doyoung wasn't the type to flirt at all you panicked as he got closer to you

You felt his lips on yours you didn't know what to do that moment but you gave in and kissed him back you can feel his hands around your waist pulling your body closer against him as you wrap your hands around his neck the kiss last for few moments until you hear someone clearing his throat both of you and doyoung pulled out and looked at johnny awkwardly

“uhh well…Johnny it's not like th-”

“Wanna join us?” Doyoung cuts you off

“Oh well hell yeah dude you know I'm in” Johnny sits next you and now you're stuck between both of them like a sandwich

As you feel Johnny leans in and kisses your lips you didn't resist it this time you actually returned the kiss immediately after few moments you feel doyoung pulling you to meet his lips he kisses your lips passionately and gently you feel Johnny taking off his shirt revealing his toned body and tattoos he then pulls you to kiss him again as doyoung takes off his shirt as well , it was like a dream of yours you didn't fantasize about them before you alway saw them as some friends from work you never expected it to end up like that

Kissing doyoung then Johnny then doyoung again it kept going like that for a while until doyoung throws you on the bed as both of them take off their pants you take off your shirt and pants as well being only left in your laced underwear and bra they both get on bed and Johnny captures your lips in a kiss while doyoung kisses your neck you moan in Johnny lips and you feel your bra being ripped off revealing your breasts Johnny let go off your mouth and puts one of your nipples in your mouth and doyoung takes the other one in his mouth you rub your thighs against eachother as you feel wet you feel hands on your thighs taking off your panties carefully both of them inserts one of their fingers inside you you moan loudly as your eyes roll back due to the pleasure

“O-oh fuck I want b-both of you of fuck” you could barely talk due to Overstimulation

“There is no condoms in here y/n” doyoung says

“It doesn't matter just…just fuck me” you

“As you wish princess” Johnny says and looks at doyoung

“C'mon doyoung stop being so boring I know you're hard too” Johnny say as you hear doyoung sighs

“Fine I swear I don't know how this will turn out” doyoung finally gives in

They both get up

“You sure you can take both of us babe?” Doyoung says as him and Johnny settled between your legs

“Yes I can just please do it” you begged them

As you feel them in you already

“Oh fuck you're so tight oh my god” Johnny says his voice was much deeper and low

Doyoung was quiet moaning his moans was like music for your ears they both try to move in sync adjusting themselves as you moan loudly hips thrusting the sound of your moans the whole thing seemed like a dream to your vision was blurry as you can barely breathe you feel your release as your eyes close tightly gripping on the sheets as you feel their seeds in you , you moan loudly and roll your eyes they both stop and throw themselves next you on both sides and the three of you just fall asleep

You wake up the next day you found yourself sleeping by yourself you just go shower and head to the kitchen you found them both there talking

“Good morning y/n” doyoung smiles

“Oh good morning doie” you smile back and hug him awkwardly he returns the hug he usually doesn't do that something was wrong but you didn't mind it

“So me and Johnny were talking..and well would you want to be my…well our girlfriend”

You look at them for a while

“Oh well yeah sure you guys are great but can you both share” you chuckles and hug doyoung even tighter Johnny joins and you three end up making love on the floor”

#nct #nct smut #nct imagines #nct fic #nct 127 #nct 127 smut #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 fic #nct u #nct u smut #nct u imagines #nct x reader #nct x y/n #johnny suh #johnny smut #johnny imagines #johnny nct #johnny nct 127 #doyoung #kim doyoung #doyoung smut #doyoung imagines #doyoung nct #doyoung nct 127 #johnny x reader #doyoung x reader

[callofdudes]

Been a while since I requested something, I shall grace this page with a request of being best friends with gaz headcanon please bestie 😊😊😊

Welcome back bestie 😊😊 I promise I'm working on all your other requests but mental health be doing backflips and I kinda feel like shit. I got some Gaz for you though.

Being best friends with Kyle "Gaz" Garrick.

Gaz is incredibly smart. If you look at his records his fighting reflex and knowledge is top chart stuff. But Gaz keeps it all very quiet. He doesn't boast about it like Soap would so when he does end up flipping heads on the enemy it's like "woah where did that guy come from-!"

Gaz uses this same skill to protect you. When you came to 141 Gaz was already settling. He had Ghost as a mentor and almost an older brother, and Soap as... Well he wasn't sure who he was supposed to be. But he had his team, and you seemed to easily click with Soap and Ghost.

Gaz wouldn't force you to be friends with him. Of course he introduced himself and you both talked occasionally but he didn't know if it was a friendship per say. And that was ok. He'd still protect you with his life any day of the week.

However you really did have intense feelings of friendship for Gaz. But you thought because of his quiet nature that he was closed off like Simon. Which in fact wasn't the case when you got him talking. He was just shyer than the others.

The first time you and Gaz really, properly hung out was on a quiet night at base, Gaz had finished his tasks and had nothing really to do. He enjoyed his time playing Dungeons and Dragons, (headcannon from @itsscromp) unfortunately he couldn't ever get the others to play. Ghost was too busy, Price wasn't fully interested, and Johnny just cared to cause chaos.

And then he noticed you were also done your work. "Well Kyle, there's no harm." And he went to ask you. And it went well. Turns out you wanted to play DND, and after playing for almost four hours together it solidified that.

And Gaz was really glad to have you as one of his few friends.

And now that you were friends you really did learn a lot more about him. Gaz would go down in a fire for you, no questions asked. Seems stupid but he specializes in VIP protection. You think he wouldn't protect you?? Think again. You're VIP to him. You all are.

Loves you a lot but is too shy to say it and think you'll get the wrong idea.

And look, you don't have skin that clear on the battlefield without having some kind of routine. This man looks after his skin like the temple his body is. (when he's not eating junk food.)

Yeah, your skin isn't cutting it for him. Sorry babes, get in the bathtub we are rinsing your hair and slapping some hydration on that forehead because Gaz knows you are gone need it to be crawling around the musty dusty desert with him.

Now, Knight is openly queer, so you know Gaz is a little spice of life as well. He keeps it under wraps and isn't as open about it in his career because he doesn't think you guys need to know and or he's met people in past expanses that didn't take so kindly to him being open about it.

He's the gay best friend, it's not overbearing. You know how most gay men are just different in a fun way. That's Gaz but he has it toned down so at first you couldn't tell and then it just clicked and you were like "woah". But you can kinda tell there just, there a something there you thinks.

You gotta keep him out of trouble to. You have to be his discernment. He's got relationship smarts but if he's even remotely cute and no good, time for bestie to step in. Sorry Gaz, not today. Your bestie is not letting you get yourself into that mess.

His gun does most of the talking and he carries a side arm so if anyone gives you smoke their gonna get got.

He's smart but also the silent, immediately jumps to using his gun conclusion guy. So if someone bullies you in the grocery store he pulls out his gun and you've gotta be like "Woah woah, not necessary mate, nooot necessary 😅😅"

Hates trash reality TV but watches it anyway. Drags you into the torture as well.

He spills the tea. He spills it always. He sometimes just walks around quietly not taking up too much air and hearing conversations and by the end of it he's got so much to tell you.

Not quite sure what I think Gaz's childhood looked like but I assume he didn't have too many friends. I could see him as the shy kid who focused more on academics and played in the trees of his backyard alone over having a boat load of friends.

So when you do things like buy him stuff or give him cuddles and affection he has this epiphany. Like this is what I've been missing!

Your comfort and affection is something he truly loves so much, but the house and traditions he grew up with weren't the most overly affectionate, and in his career there wasn't much cuddling with the homies in his unit either.

Yeah you give him cuddles he's like a leach, he'll leave when he wants to leave and only when. And he likes to sometimes cling on by surprise. When he becomes so comfortable around you he'll often waltz into your office and wrap his arms around your neck from behind, watching what you're doing.

"You done yet??"

"I'll tell you when I'm done ok?"

"Ok...... Y/n??"

"Not all of us are as fast as you at paperwork y'know"

"Sorry."

You take Gaz and Soap on adventures together and you still can't wrap your head around hos they're friends. Completely chaotic, loud and chipper faced with slightly annoyed at the loudness, just as chaotic on the inside and together you get one big Gaz Soap salad. Sticking them in a car for five hours together was a mistake for your sake.

Gaz doesn't open up about his feelings a lot, but look at you 😄 look at you helping him to open up and ask for help. To ask for the care that he needs when things get tough for him.

He was alone before that terrorist attack where he met Price and that was s very scary time for him. Looking back on it from his place in 141 Gaz was much more scared on the field then than he is now. Probably because he's got a team he knows he'll always be able to trust and confide in.

That's the best part of having you as a friend. He can confide in you with anything. And knowing him, you can also confide in him. Whatever secrets you tell him are lock and key baby. He won't tell a single soul.

Gaz tried to do all the things you've done for him, for you. When you need someone to give you a hug or some cuddles Gaz will do his best to comfort you and show you that same infectious love and care.

Whenever you have a nightmare he's right there for you. Wrapping his arms around you to keep you steady, holding you up when you can't.

He'll always try.

Celebrates your accomplishments as well. When you get promoted or a medal, hell when you do everything he's on your sideline cheering. And it's like his shyness is gone when he sees his friends receiving praise for something. He'll cheer louder than everyone in the room for you all.

But the one thing your friendship isn't above is England. If you diss on England, or their football, prepare to get got. Tickle attacks or hitting you with a pillow as punishment.

At the end of the day three of your friends are British and one of them is Scottish which starts petty squabbles between Gaz and Soap sometimes. It's all playful but sometimes Soap wants to start some shit and you end up having to try and separate them before they wrestle each other to death.

And there is probably so much more I'm missing, but remember. Whenever you need someone to watch your six, Gaz is already there. Whenever you need someone you can spend some quiet time with when things get overwhelming, you know where to find Gaz. And when life gives you bullshit. Gaz has a Glock.

#call of duty #call of duty headcanons #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #platonic x reader #kyle gaz garrick headcanons #kyle garrick #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #x reader

[audhd-nightwing]

more of punk!steve bc i adore him

steve first runs into the Party at the arcade (where he works part time because he wants to make his own money as a ‘fuck you’ to his parents and cuz it’s a chill job) and he becomes their favorite worker and they become his favorite customers. one day steve takes a smoke break in the parking lot and sees some kids bullying the Party and his older brother instincts kick in.

he walks up behind the party like “well well what do we have here?” and the Party is like “steve!! :D” and steve in his leather jacket and ripped jeans and combat boots glares down the bullies and they scamper off. from then on steve tells the kids to go to him if someone is bothering them and it becomes town-wide knowledge not to mess with byers wheeler henderson & sinclair. he basically becomes their personal Scary Dog.

the parents end up wanting to meet this young man who kept bullies away from their kids (and they’ve heard all sorts of rumors about him and he dresses like That so they’re suspicious) and steve’s like “yeah sounds great!” and immediately charms all of them because he’s a sweetheart and does genuinely care about and want to protect their kids. from then on he’s the go-to babysitter / ride to school / campaign host. steve pretends to be annoyed but he loves it and treats them all like they’re his younger siblings (especially lucas and dustin)

joyce and steve bond especially and they have coffee dates every sunday and just talk (joyce tries to get steve to come to her when he needs help or just someone to listen). at first everyone who sees them is super confused because what is paranoid mother Joyce Byers doing with the high school bad boy Steve Harrington?? but after a couple months it just becomes commonplace and people will even stop by to say hi

i also think jonathan and steve would end up being best friends in like freshman year and steve would get jancy together in s1 (steve and nancy don’t date). he’s never a third wheel though they have a great “this is my boyfriend and our best friend steve” type relationship. (plus jonathan never takes the creepy pics and the whole fight never happens so they’re all chill).

steve and robin are fellow outcasts so they’re chill. then steve beats up some guys who harassed her and they become actual friends and steve lets robin come over whenever her parents are being shitty. steve lowkey converts her into a punk and they basically do illegal shit and have a bunch of fun.

btw steve is a fully realized biromantic demisexual (or just queer whatv lol) and he has an extremely accurate gaydar which is partially why stobin become friends. anyways i’m mentioning this becauseee

steve meets will byers and Immediately Knows and pretty much comes out to him and tells him it’s okay and he becomes wills Gay Mentor (imo jonathan can either be straight or queer and just not really informed abt gay shit so steve would be the mentor in his place bc they’re basically brothers anyway (joyce absolutely tries to adopt steve multiple times)).

steve meets max at the arcade before any of the Party befriend her and she immediately becomes another of his favorite customers (the ranking is dustin, will & lucas & max, mike). she thinks he’s super cool and basically projects onto him as an older brother figure and he’s happy to play the part. he notices the way billy treats max and threatens him that if he ever treats her like that again he will kill him and hopper will help him hide the body. things are pretty peaceful for max after that. additionally neil hargrove gets arrested for domestic and child abuse and billy takes his car and leaves without a word. max’s mom still drinks so steve kinda unofficially adopts her, she has her own room in his house and ends up staying there most days. he ends up actually adopting her later but they’re still more of an older brother & younger sister dynamic than father & daughter

steve doesn’t interact with eddie until s4 but they know of each other and are on neutral terms until the byers move to cali and eddie starts DMing for dustin lucas mike erica and max (who steve managed to convince to play). they’re wary of each other at first but eddie realizes steve is actually a huge softie and steve realizes eddie is just a cute dork who reads LOTR and plays D&D.

steve isn’t on any sports teams or anything but he works out on his own, goes for jogs every morning with jonathan and nancy especially after the demogorgon and demodog shit. basically he’s fit and good at fighting (due to more experience with it) and nancy taught him how to shoot so he can do that too. most of his scars are from demo-creatures instead of fistfights, though he has a few of those too (not from jonathan or billy tho).

#punk steve harrington #punk steve au #stranger things #steve harrington #the party stranger things #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #will byers #mike wheeler #jancy #robin buckley #platonic stobin #the couple and their mutual bsf troupe #i love it sm #joyce byers #max mayfield #steve and max #they are siblings your honor! #eddie munson

[rorywritessmut]

Commander Armin Arlert is ready to give up control!

Kinktober 2023: Tit fucking

As usual, minors DNI. Please interact with this if you liked it ❤️❤️ Enjoy!

Commander Armin Arlert has been the object of your adoration from the start of your year in scouts, just after the war was over. You were young, just barely 18 but you were determined to win the older man’s heart. You worked hard to win what little attention he would give you. While he had kind eyes, he ruled the scouts with the fist of a well worn soldier.

That, that, was incredibly hot.

You knew you were attractive but the idea that your Commander thought you were hot too? Inconceivable. There was no way he saw you as more than just a little pest that bothered him a little too much. Plus, there were plenty of girls who liked Commander Arlert. His shiny blonde hair and wide blue eyes were subject to the talk of the ladies in the entire country.

Some people thought he was gay or asexual. He never went on dates and consumed himself in his work, dutiful as ever. However, most of that didn’t matter to you because you wanted Commander Arlert more than just carnally. You wanted to imagine a life with him.

Oftentimes, you would catch yourself dreaming about the children you would have. How they would take after him in personality and you in looks. You did wonder, however, if he wanted anybody in a sexual manner and which sex he liked. There was no denying that he was much more appealing than the other men your age. They didn’t exude the same confidence as Commander Arlert.

Little did you know you would find out he wasn’t the same confident man.

After hearing some of the other girls in your unit giggle and talk about seducing him, you took off with the idea. You would seduce the almighty Commander Armin Arlert. You just had to catch him in the right positions and do the right things to get him to pay attention to you. To see you in the primal ways everyone else saw him.

First, you started bending over in front of him as much as you could. You were careful to take the time to touch your toes when he was watching your unit spar. If you caught him in the mess hall while you were cooking, you would loudly drop something and slowly pick it up. That didn’t seem to be having an effect on him.

So, you started touching him on the shoulder or arm when you would talk to him. Just a gentle slide down the arm when you thought no one was looking. You could tell this was having an effect on him. Whether that was positive or not, you had no idea. He would stutter when he was talking or quickly move away from you with a blush. You smiled quite eagerly at these reactions. Of course, you giggled at anything he said and made sure to stare up at him even though you weren’t too much shorter. You caught him blushing a few times. You thought you were being discreet but somebody noticed your little seduction methods.

“You're not going to get anywhere.” Jean sneered at you one day after giggling and making the Commander blush. “This job means more to Armin than some floozy.”

“Some floozy?” You questioned.

“The dumb trick doesn’t work on me, Armin might think you’re cute but I think you should be kicked out.” Jean is spitting venom at you. You narrow your eyes and shoulder check him on the way by.

“Leave me alone, Kirstein.” You can spit back.

“Plus, he’s more of a tit man.”

That strikes a cord in you. Of course he wasn’t an ass man, you needed to shift how you went about flirting with him. Bending over wasn’t going to work on him but how were youg going to show him your breasts in your uniform? Maybe if you unbuttoned a few when you had a chance to get him alone.

Well, the opportunity fell into your lap. Another one of your squad members comes by ti tell you the Commander wants to speak with you in his office. You get a feeling in the pit of your stomach, equal parts scared and aroused. You dismiss your peer and look into a mirror. You shift your breasts around a little and unbutton the top buttons so you are of full display. You practically skip to the Commanders office.

“Soldier.” The Commander stands and salutes you.

“Commander Arlert.” You salute him back and stand at attention.

“At ease, soldier.”

“Thank you, sir.” You look him in the eyes and you notice there is already a blush there. He noticed your tits.

“Soldier, we need to talk about your behavior.” His voice sounds higher than usual. You saunter over to him and place your hands on his desk. You lean forwards so the top of your breasts are on full display.

“My behavior?” You fake innocence.

“Soldier-” He’s blushing deeper and pulling at his coller. You didn’t think it would be this easy to break the Commander.

“Commander Arlert, I think we both know you’re harder than a rock under that desk of yours.” Your words come out smoother than you expected.

“Excuse me?!” He stutters but makes no movement to deny that he was indeed harder than a rock.

“Let me help you, Commander.” You start moving around his desk. Armin quickly moves and sputters at your bold actions. “Aww, what happened to the mighty Commander Armin Arlert who leads us with an iron fist?”

“Don’t.” Armin warns you. You sit down in his chair and place your hand under your chin, looking at him sweetly.

“Or what, Commander?” You use your free hand to unbutton more of your shirt. You’ve been told you have nice sized tits before, you just hope they’re enough for Armin. His eyes break from their contact with yours and wander down to your tits. “Like what you see?”

“Yes.”

“What was that, sweetheart?” You suck on your lip. You really didn’t think you’d get this far with him.

“Yes ma’am.” His voice is barely above a whisper but something about Armin calling you ma’am has your pussy dripping.

“Say it again,” you command,”say it louder.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Fuck, Armin.” You whine at this and rub your legs together. You needed some kind of relief or you were going to go crazy! You get up and walk closer to him, Armin falls to the floor. You get on your knees and strip off your gear and unbutton the rest of your shirt.

“We should stop.” His voice sounds like a sad attempt to be the Commander everyone thinks he is. You know better now.

“Tsk, tsk, Armin. I know you’re just a desperate little boy looking for some kind of release.” You tease and start crawling towards huim. He crawls away from you until his back is against the wall. Shirtless, you’re moving with him until your chests are pushed together.

“Soldier.” He lets out a breath, his pupils blown wide. You deliver a slap to his cheek.

“In this setting you will call me ma’am or Madam” You pur and kiss the cheek you slapped. “If you consent” you whisper in his ear.

“Yes, ma’am” He swallows his spit and now you’ve got him right where you want him.

“Good boy.” You coo. You take one last look at his baby blues before you dive to his lips and begin kissing him.

Armin is hesitant but he allows your tongue entrance when your ask for it. You run your fingers lightly across his shoulders before unbuttoning his shirt. Armin takes a little control and pulls your hips to meet his. You really should punish him for this but the relief you feel when you grind against his life melts your mind.

You take Armin’s hands and press them against your chest, wordlessly begging him to touch you there. He obliges and begins tweaking your nipples between his fingers. You moan into his mouth and grind into him harder, earning a gasp from the Commander. Breaking the kiss, you earn another whine from Armin. You quirk an eyebrow at him.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

“More.” He begs, practically panting like a bitch in heat.

“Use your words, baby.” You grind into his cock and he howls from the friction.

“Please, ma’am, let me fuck your tits.” Armin’s eyes are closed as he thrusts up into you hoping you’ll provide him with some relief. You’re caught off guard by the request, though. Fuck your breasts?? Nobody has asked that of you yet.

“You wanna come all over my pretty tits?” You lean away from Armin so your tits on full display for him to see. You snicker at this blown out look, staring right at your chest.

“Yes ma’am, please let me tit fuck you.”

So, you nod your head and let Armin take control of your body. He motions of you to lie on your elbows, chest facing the ceiling. He stands up and quickly removes his clothing and you’re taken aback at the size of his dick. You’re sure he’s going to hit your chin from the angle he’s taking. Armin straddles your sternum and asks you to push your breasts together. You do as he pleads and watch as he inserts himself between your tits.

“Fuck” You both moan at the feeling.

His dick is silky against your skin and you roll your eyes back. Armin reaches down and plays with your nipples as he thrusts into your tits. You beg for him to pick up the pace and he quickly snaps his hips against you. Despite holding your tits together you’re mesmerized by the way they bounce in tandem with Armin’s thrusts. Looking up at Armin, he’s gaazing down at you with his lip between his teeth. You can tell he’s trying to hold back all the sounds he wants to make as he fucks you.

“Armin,” You pant, “Come for me, baby”

Armin lets out high pitched whine and throws his head back. His movements become jerky and uncontrolled. He closes his eyes and mutters your name over and over again until he finally stills and lets himself come

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FREQUENCY: Episode 3 - A Soldier Boy Story

FREQUENCY:  A Soldier Boy Story

EPISODE 3: “Elkwood, TN”

WORD COUNT: 4059

PAIRING: Soldier Boy X Reader 

WARNINGS: (NSFW) Drugs, death, and mentions of suicide. Foul language, mentions of sex, or sexual innuendos. Slow burn starts now. (Sorry)

A/N: This story is dark, and covers mature themes. The main character, as well as other major characters, are offensive in nature, and may offend some people. Please peruse with caution, and remember that this is fiction. Reader discretion is advised. Please message me for any questions, comments, or concerns. 

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When Vought had relocated me to Appalachian West Virginia, I didn’t know anyone. I was moved into a wooded mountain home, and watched over by two local park rangers. Both men, both never had been married. They had no idea how to take care of a young girl. But, from fourteen to eighteen, I struck up a bond with both of them that I had never experienced with another human being. 

Jim was an older white man, maybe in his late fifties. He’d take me out on his gator and drive me all around the national park. He’d play me John Denver, as he’d smoke a pack of camel crush. He always told me never to smoke. That it was an awful habit he had formed. I told him he wouldn’t ever have to worry about that. I could always taste the pesticides. 

I always swore Jim had been gay. He had the quintessential straight man behavior. He shot guns, smoked, watched sports, and enjoyed shitty, cheap beer. But, he was handsome. He was over fifty and had never been married. He isolated himself in the embrace of the forest. He would sit outside on the back porch, and paint the sunset. On holidays I’d ask him why he wasn’t with his family, he told me his job was to watch me, so he couldn’t be. But that wasn’t true. He never liked talking about home. He had no photos up from his childhood. And he never, ever reminisced on simpler times. 

Wahkan was cherokee. He was from one of the reservations in East Tennessee. He moved up to West Virginia after getting offered more money to watch the lands up there. He accepted, of course, and funneled most, if not all of his money back to his family. Hell, the only reason he took on the challenge of raising me was so he could take the money from Vought, and send it back over to the res. 

I’m always fortunate I was able to go with him to the reservation. I used to sit in the long grass with the other girls my age, and make jewelry from creek rocks, and turkey feathers. The sun would set in the distance, and a crackling fire would billow up into the sky. They’d have buffalo roasting over it. Its hide laid out, and drying in preparation for a warm winter coat. 

When I decided to move back to the city after I had turned eighteen, it was a hard goodbye with the both of them. They watched as I got loaded back up into the same black Escalade that dropped me off all those years ago. I had waved goodbye with misty tears in my eyes. I wasn’t much of a crier, but watching them become smaller as the car drove away changed that. 

A few months after I had gotten settled, things felt uneasy. I would communicate with some of the girls from the res on Facebook. Wahkan, and John hadn’t been answering me. They said they hadn’t heard from them either. That day I sat outside of Vought tower on a bench, and listened in on crisis management. From the sounds of it, there had been a data leak that was traced back to somewhere a few miles away from the town I used to stay in. 

I hopped in my car and drove straight to West Virgina, only stopping for gas. I got there around nightfall. The cabin was dark, and quiet. That wasn’t normal, I had thought. I listened in, hearing one slow heartbeat. Thank god. He must’ve been sleeping.  I let out a sigh of relief, and started back to my car— until I smelled it. Fresh, hot blood. My face went white, and my heart sank. I sprinted up to the front of the house, and noticed the door had been left cracked open, a trail of red footprints staining the wood. 

I kicked the door open, screaming, seeing if I’d get any response. I flipped the lights to the house on, and looked around until I saw John’s body laying at the start of the kitchen. He was lifeless, and had been for an hour or so. They were just here. I searched frantically for Wahkan, trying to locate the sound of the slowing heartbeat I had heard earlier. My eyes landed on him. He was on the floor next to the couch. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said. “It’s not safe, if they find you, they’ll kill you.”

I fell to my knees, rushing to his side. I placed my hand over the wound on his stomach, firmly pressing down to stop the bleeding. 

“I don’t understand,” I cried. “Where’s the phone? I need to call an ambulance.”

“Too late,” He added, his voice barely above a whisper. “They cut the lines before they left.”

I reached into my pocket, going to pull out my own phone, but he placed his hands on mine, and stopped me. 

“No,” he shook his head. “This is my time. It’s alright.”

“This is all my fault.” I said, as I felt hot tears streaming down my face, and neck. 

“Don’t make this about you.” He laughed, soft and weak, putting a bloody hand against the side of my face. 

“They’ll never get away with this.” I demanded. 

He just shook his head, taking a deep breath. His eyelids were getting heavy. He didn’t have much time left. 

“Just be…gentle,” He said. “And if you ever need a place to stay…a place that’s safe…a place where you can think of home…the reservation will welcome you with open arms.”

He wiped a tear away with his thumb, as he took his last breath. His body going limp. At least he was at peace. 

Driving down the interstate with Uncle Sam by my side, I knew exactly where we would settle ourselves at. Elkwood is a tiny town a little ways from Gatlinburg, nestled at the bed of a beautiful valley. It’s quiet, and everyone knows each other. Like, if someone was throwing a small get together, you best believe the whole town was showing up. Whether it be the people who lived on the res, or  just plain mountain folk.

I looked to my side, he was hunched over, my registration from the glove compartment settled in his lap. He’s snorting from a small pile of benzos he made me stop for earlier. He catches my gaze.

“Want some?”

“No thanks.” I chuckle.

“Suit yourself.” He says before diving back into the freshly crushed powder.

I watch him from the corner of my eye as I speed quickly down the highway. His hair, and beard are wild, and disheveled. He looks close to normal though in the sweat suit I gave him. I smile to myself, picturing him in that campy army green uniform. What a fraud, I think. The man was never a real soldier, they might as well have him look like one. 

“You’re a pretty good driver for a woman.” He states, wiping off his nose, scooping his powder back into a ziplock bag.

“Thanks…” I say, rolling my eyes. He was much nicer when he wasn’t talking.

“So what's your thing?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Your thing, like, your power, I guess. I don’t fuckin’ know. You said you were a supe, right?”

“Yes, unfortunately.” 

“Unfortunately? You must have some shitty power then.”

Some shitty power, I think. Rolling my eyes again. 

“I get it,” He says smiling, leaning into me. “They forced it on ya while you were just a baby, huh?”

He reaches down, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He puts one up to his lips and lights it, inhaling deeply. He blows the air out through parted lips as he continues his conversation.

“Seems like you bastards that had baby V are all just a bunch of freaks.”

I look over at him, raising an eyebrow. Now I know why they wanted to keep this guy fucking sedated. 

“Say, what's your name anyway? Can’t go around just calling you a freak bastard.” He chuckles smugly.

“Actually,” I grin. “That is my name.”

He squints his eyes at me, pulling his cigarette away from his lips. He leans back, taking me in.

“Some parents you have calling you Freak Bastard, huh?”

“No,” I say, laughing now. “Just Freak, short for Frequency.” 

He holds a finger up, tipping it at me. “Ah, but that's your Supe name, what's your real name?”

My real name. I go to change the subject. 

“So, do you want to know my plan? The reason why I’ve rescued you? What I need your help with?”

“I’m gonna be honest with you sweetheart, I don’t usually go by a plan. I just wing it, and it happens to work out in my favor.”

“Right,” I nod. “That's why you ended up back in the ice again, huh?”

He glares at me, I beam right back at him. 

“So,” I start. “Over the Summer Vought is throwing this huge party in celebration of Temp V.”

“What the fuck is Temp V?” He asks.

“...Temporary Compound V.” I say blankly. 

“Right, I remember the cock sucker talking about that. Wait…When the fucks the Summer? And what the fuck year is it?”

“It's April. And it’s only been a year since they put you back in that chamber.”

He stares off into the distance, a solemn look on his face. I couldn’t even imagine having missed thirty years of life. Being put to sleep at the birth of the computer, and waking back up at the dawn of AI.

My empathy for him is short lived.

“Wait, you’re tellin’ me I got to wait,” He counts on his fingers. “Three fuckin’ months before we do this?”

“That's three months of freedom to you.”

“It's not fuckin' freedom if I’m gonna be on the run from these people finding me for Christs sake! Also, last time I fuckin’ checked, you’re practically holding me hostage!”

I scoff at him. “Oh please, you said earlier you could kill me, then leave at any time.”

“Yeah, well, that’s before you brought up family.”

Fuck. I think. I forgot about that. 

I don’t say much else as I stare out at the road ahead of me. I feel my blood pressure going up, my arteries tightening at just the mention of my shitty lie. I’d make a horrible villain, I think. I feel guilty for everything, and everyone. I sigh, reaching down to the radio. I fiddle with it until it reaches a mixed station, classic hits from then and now. 

“Well,” I say, pressing my foot harder onto the accelerator. “We can try and catch you up on everything you missed over the past thirty years.”

I turn up the dial as “Wonderwall” sings through the speakers.

We are about two hours from Tennessee now, he's fast asleep in the passenger seat. I got him a cheeseburger earlier, and picked up some hair shears from a dollar store on the same exit. I think he had worn himself out trying to trim his own hair and beard. He gets frustrated easily. I had offered to help, but he insisted on doing it himself. 

As the gas pumps in my car, I look down at my phone. There had been no news alerts about a break in, or that Soldier Boy was missing. Vought must be doing a good job with crisis management. Or the CIA simply never let them know. I had no texts from anyone either. See, it isn’t out of the ordinary for me to disappear into the middle of nowhere. In fact, even the likes of Butcher knew I often found myself back home in the South to escape the sounds of the city. 

Before I left I remembered to leave my debit and credit cards at home so I wouldn't be tempted to use them. I always kept a significant amount of cash in the safe anyway after years of training. I had turned on auto-payments for my rent, and obviously didn’t cancel any sort of subscription service like Netflix or Spotify. I thought if someone had been on my trail, the first thing they'd check would be my bank records. I made sure to turn off all location tracking on my phone, and decided to keep my VPN on 24/7. That wouldn’t be out of the ordinary to anyone either, again, considering my past in security. 

The pump thuds, signifying it's filled up. I grab the handle, and pull the nozzle out. I always have to make sure to cover my nose with my sleeve in these instances. The fumes have made me pass out in the past. Benzene is so pungent that a normal human nose can even smell it if there's just 1 part per million in the surrounding air. I get dizzy just thinking about it. 

We get close to Elkwood now, maybe twenty minutes out. I look over to him as he puffs little snores out into the air. His heartbeat is steady, his blood pressure normal in comparison to when I woke him up earlier.

Ever since he trimmed his hair, made himself look more presentable, I found myself not blaming women for being so attracted to him. I mean, he really was a beautiful man…As long as he kept that fuckin’ mouth shut. He has a light dusting of freckles across his nose, which is a stark contrast to his hard exterior. His eyes are a sweet shade of green, one that matches that awful uniform of his. 

I pull up to the outskirts of the res, some of the younger kids had ended up building their own homes around this area. I walk up to Ama’s trailer, leaving him back in the car asleep to avoid any unwanted interactions. Before I can knock on the door, she goes to open it. Ama beams at me, as beautiful as ever, pulling me into a tight hug. She's the one I had been keeping in touch with on facebook after all these years. 

“Welcome home.” She says smiling.

I smile back. Looking down I notice a small child wrapped around her legs, and a man standing up from the couch. 

“You’ve been busy!” I exclaim, waving at the little boy hiding his face behind his mother, giggling. 

“I have been,” She gestures to the man behind her. “This is my boyfriend, Asher.”

I put my hand out for a shake. A white guy, I think. I give her a look as he grips onto my hand. She looks back at me, beginning to laugh. I remember all of them always making fun of the Wasichu. Something catches her gaze in the distance. I turn around to see Soldier Boy leaning against the door of my car, lighting a cigarette. 

“Who is this?” She asks, walking over to my car to inevitably meet the man I so desperately need to hide. Fuck, I think. What am I going to say about this?

He turns to her as she walks towards him. He puts on a big smile. She opens her arms wide for a hug. 

“I’m Ben,” He beams. Ben. I swear his teeth glimmer in the light for a second. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Bastard. I think. He knows what he's doing.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ben,” Ama wraps her arm around my shoulder as I walk over to the both of them, grinning awkwardly. “She never told me she had a man back home.”

I flush at this. Damn it. He looks down at his feet kicking at a little rock. He acts bashful, like he's been caught doing something naughty. 

“What, she didn’t mention little ol’ me?” He asks.

“Nope, not even a peep.” She elbows me in the side. 

I scoff at her, gesturing down to the little boy who had followed us over to the car.

“I’m sorry, last time I checked you have a fucking child!”

She leans into my neck, whispering to me through gritted teeth.

“The elders don’t want others to know…” She raises her eyebrows.

Ah. I nod. At least she has an excuse. 

“Well,” She says, clapping her hands together. “Let's get you two home!” 

She still has her hands wrapped around my shoulders, walking us towards my new abode for the next few months. 

“He’s so hot. I didn’t know you were into older guys.” She whispers under her breath.

I elbow her in the side, my face heating up with some color. I could hear him smiling behind me. I wasn’t the only one around here with good hearing anymore. 

The trailer is cute, small but cute. It’s painted a gentle powder blue, and the shutters contrast a pale yellow. It has a little porch with two adirondack chairs outfront, as well as a little bench swing hanging questionably from the wooden awning. Ama had made a note to put a bunch of potted flowers on the outside, knowing how much I like the smell of them. It also may have added to the overall aesthetic of the home. 

She unlocked the front door for me, and then handed me the key. SB and Asher were behind us talking about something to do with the house. This is dangerous. He knew nothing about anything these days, let alone how to even have a conversation with a modern man. If you were to ask him who the current president was, he wouldn't have an answer. If you were to tell him we have had a black president, he’d probably pass out on the floor. 

“Alright,” She says, showing off the place. “This is it.”

It's cute, small, but cute. I can't help but worry about the fact that neither of us will probably be able to stand each other at the end of this, but hey, let's think positively. 

“This is the living room, which is obviously attached to the kitchen.” She goes over to the couch, gesturing to it. “Pull out if he ever ends up in the dog house.” She clicks her tongue, winking at him. 

The living area has a floral print sectional, and a leather recliner. In the center is an old wooden coffee table, and a big ass TV across from it, mounted to the wall. 

“Cable, Netflix, ESPN, you name it.” She adds. 

The kitchen has smaller versions of standard appliances, and every sort of pot and pan or baking dish we may need. 

“The second eye on that stove doesn't work, so don't even try it. Oh, and unfortunately it is gas. If it really starts to bother you we can get you an electric.”

“Dont worry about it,” I wave my hand to her, brushing it off. “A little methane never hurt anybody.” 

She laughs, turning to Asher. “No need for a carbon monoxide detector with this one in the area.”

I look over at SB, he looks thoroughly confused. Standing here now I realize I still never told him the gift compound v gave me. I’m sure he's just utterly bewildered by this point. He looks between Ama and I like we’re fucking crazy. 

“Shower, bath, toilet. Don’t flush, and run laundry or do dishes at the same time.”

Bathroom, much like the rest of the house, is small. But again, it has everything we may need, so I can't complain. Also we lucked out with having a washer and dryer on site. The last thing I want is having to drag him to a laundromat. 

“And the best part, the bedroom!” She kicks the door open, displaying a very comfortable queen size bed. Only one. I think. Thank god for the pull out couch. 

“Drawers line the walls over here under the TV, and there are some more underneath the mattress.” 

“Awesome,” I beam. “Really Ama, I can't begin to thank you enough.”

She smiles, pulling me into a big hug.

“We’re so happy you're here.”

She goes up to SB, resting a careful hand on his shoulder, smiling at him tenderly. He nods to her, thanking her as well.

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t, and text me if you need me.”

“Will do.” I say, following her over to the front door, and closing it behind them. 

I take a deep breath, pushing my back against the door, sliding down onto the floor. I jolt my head up, pointing at him.

“He didn’t say anything you didn’t know, did he?”

He shrugs, moving over to the sectional and plopping himself down on it.

“So you're telling me I have to stay in this shack with you for three months?” He ignores my question.

I narrow my eyes on him.

“You got anything better to do?”

“Yeah, fleeing the country to sunny Costa Rica.” He counters.

I scoff, standing up, and walking over to the sink. I grab a cup from the cupboard, and pour myself a glass of water from the tap. 

“They make it pretty hard these days. Y’know, crossing the border.” I add.

He smiles, a weak, weary expression on his face. He looks down at his hands.

“For the time being, I don’t mind being here. As long as you promise no one is gonna find me.”

“They won’t, and they never will. I told you, once you help me with this, you are free to go. I will get you out of here, family in hand, no problem.”

He stares at me for a moment. It’s silent. He watches me with squinted eyes.

“What's all this about gas stoves? You pyrokinetic?” 

I start laughing, in fact, I start laughing really hard. So hard I have to bring a finger up to my eyes to wipe.

He chuckles now too, watching me.

“What?” He says.

“No, I’m sorry. It was just funny, the way that you said it, I mean.”

“So, you are?”

“What?”

“A pyrokinetic.”

“Oh, God no.”

“Then what the fuck is your deal with gas stoves, little girl?” He grills, concerned.

“Okay, first of all, I’m not a little girl. I am an adult.” I gesture down to my obvious adult body. 

“Yeah, whatever. You’re at least a hundred years younger than me, so.”

There is silence, until.

“It’s my senses, by the way. Since you’re curious, I mean.” I say suddenly.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“My five senses, they are all heightened.”

“What, like taste and shit?”

“Yes, taste and shit.” I snort.

“You smell colors or something?” He jokes.

“Sometimes.” I say, shrugging my shoulders. I begin to walk off into the bedroom.

“Wait, what?” He glares at me questionably.

“I’m going to sleep.” I ignore him.

“I’m sorry, did you say you could smell colors?”

“Goodnight, Ben.” I put emphasis on his name, knowing he never told it to me. He grins. I start to close the door, he shouts to me from his spot on the couch.

“Leave the door unlocked, I’ll be in there in a few.”

“Nice try.” I say.

“A queen is plenty big for two!”

“So is that pullout couch.”

He groans as I close the door behind me. 

As I fall asleep, I can only hope for the best. As God as my witness, I would never mean to lie about something as big as family. Especially since I don’t even have one to enjoy. I’d do anything for that. At this point though, my game plan would be; get revenge on Vought, face the consequences from him, and inevitably die. That sounds like a dream. I’d go out with a smile knowing my success in Vought slaughter. May he blow me up into a million little pieces. 

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Part 4 of my Asexual Spectrum AU fic (QAF)

January

Over the next few weeks, Justin only saw Brian at the diner a handful of times. Each time they avoided each other like the plague. Of course, Justin tried to avoid going out, considering they shared a mutual friend in Emmett. But Emmett wouldn’t hear anything of it and forced Justin to participate in trips to Woody’s or Babylon. Justin needn’t have worried, though. Brian was never there when Justin did go.

About fifteen days after their kiss – no, Justin was not counting – Emmett came into the diner during one of Justin’s rare breakfast shifts. He was all smiles and bouncing with excitement. He clapped his hands as he sat down at the counter and ordered two donuts.

“What are you doing this afternoon?” Emmett’s tone was full of wonder and sunshine. Justin grinned at his new friend and shook his head.

“Do I want to know what you have up your sleeve?” The blonde raised one of his eyebrows and placed a plate with the donuts down in front of the slightly older man.

Emmett’s ensemble today teetered on the edge of being too loud. He had on a tight, hot pink long-sleeved number and a pair of pink floral pants to match. 

“A lady never reveals her secrets.” Emmett gave a coy smile and winked. He cut a piece of the donut and pierced it with his fork before he continued. “Actually, the Gay and Lesbian Center is having a fundraiser planning meeting this afternoon. They want to do an art show next month, and I figured you’re gay and an artist, so you are perfect to participate in the committee.”

“An art show? Are they still looking for artist participation?” Justin asked, wholly intrigued now.

“No idea,” Emmett tapped his pointer finger on the counter and added, “But you can ask them at the meeting this afternoon.”

Justin rolled his eyes and then agreed to attend the meeting alongside Emmett. If Emmett wasn’t so wholesome and sweet with a wicked sense of humor, Justin doubted the man would be able to get Justin to do half the things he did.

A few hours later, Justin walked down Liberty Avenue in the opposite direction than he normally went. As he walked, he pulled a navy cable knit sweater over the t-shirt he’d worn all morning at the diner. He didn’t want to arrive at this meeting looking gross and disheveled. After all, he’d been raised to always present his best self, especially when doing volunteer work. Upon arriving at the GLC, he immediately spotted Emmett and Ted. The two were talking to a couple of women he didn’t recognize. One was petite with short reddish brown hair, while the other was a bit taller with gorgeous blonde hair just past her shoulders. The blonde woman was holding an infant in her arms. 

Justin approached the group with a smile. 

“Hey, Em. Ted.” He nodded and gave each man a small wave.

“Oh! Justin! You have to meet Melanie and Lindsay. They are friends of ours who just had a baby a few months ago. Which is why you’ve never seen them before.” Emmett excitedly introduced the petite woman and then the blonde.

“That, and we don’t go to Woody’s or Babylon. And we rarely eat at the diner.” The petite one, Mel said with a snark that could rival Brian’s. Justin shook the thought of the other man out of his head.

“Oh, Justin, you must be the artist Emmett keeps gushing to me about. He said you were a bit shy about your work, so he wasn’t sure if you’d come to help out.” The blonde turned so Justin could see her more clearly. When she did, he noticed the baby in her arms.

“OH! You are Gus’ moms! I met him a few weeks ago at the diner. Debbie was holding him while Brian did some work.” Justin cooed at the baby and gave him some smiles to see if he would respond.

“Brian had Gus at the diner?!” Mel asked; she looked about ready to spit fire. “Why did Brian have Gus, Lindsay?”

“It was the weekend you went to Miami, and I had to work. I distinctly remember telling you about it.” Lindsay appeared unfazed by Mel’s reaction.

Justin bit his lip and cowered back a bit. He hadn’t meant to cause a problem. Just as he was beating himself up for opening his mouth at all, Lindsay turned to him with kind eyes.

“I’m so glad you’ve met Gus already. Isn’t he just the sweetest?” 

“I honestly don’t know.” Justin chuckled. “He’s a baby. I only saw him for a brief moment.”

“Well, trust me, he is.” Lindsay smiled, and for some reason, much like with Debbie, Justin felt safe.

“So, tell me more about the art that you do.” Lindsay officially switched gears, and Justin let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“I do a lot of sketching and still life right now. Occasionally I experiment with colors and brush strokes on bigger canvas’. But that’s only when I can afford them.” Justin loved talking about his art. Soon he and Lindsay delved into a conversation about the merits of lead pencil vs. charcoal when making sketches and still lifes.

He hadn’t felt this invigorated by art in a very long time. Sure, his classes were great, teaching him a lot about the history of art forms and allowing him to explore the various classic forms. But he hadn’t felt truly inspired in months. Not since his father put the axe down, forcing Justin to prioritize surviving over creating.

“What year are you in school?” Mel asked, having calmed down from her previous Brian-related ire.

“I’m a freshman at PIFA,” Justin replied with his signature smile.

“Wow. That’s impressive.”

“My father wanted me to go to Dartmouth, but I chose PIFA. So, he cut me off. Well, that and the whole gay thing.” Justin shrugged. Over the last few months, he’d become more comfortable admitting his parents' shortcomings. The people who frequented Liberty Avenue understood and never judged.

“What about your mother? Does she support your artistic aspirations?” Lindsay asked, gazing down at Gus.

“She does, but she also doesn’t know how she feels about me being gay. So, she sticks by my father.”

“Well, they are both missing out on a wonderful person.” Emmett cut in with his own two cents. It was something he said to Justin anytime the teen got a bit wistful about his parents.

“Hanging out with Emmett and the gang, I’m sure you’ve managed to meet half of gay Pittsburgh by now.” Mel chuckled and took Gus from Lindsay.

Justin just laughed and shook his head while Emmett laughed and responded.

“Not hardly. I’m lucky if I can drag this kid out of his apartment more than one time a week. At Woody’s, he nurses like 2 drinks over the span of a few hours and never pays attention to any of the guys cruising him. IF I can manage to convince him to join us at Babylon, he dances but goes home alone.”

“I’m just not focused on casual sex. It creates a mess and hurt feelings, which I don’t have time for.” Justin shrugged off Emmett’s pointed look.

“I still don’t believe you. I think you secretly have a boyfriend that you aren’t telling us about. No 18-year-old can pass up sex as much as you do.” Emmett pulled Justin under his arm and squeezed him close.

“I’m just not interested.” Justin shrugged and made a point to pay attention to the two people at the front of the room who had finally stood up to get everyone’s attention.

The subject was dropped, but Justin knew he needed to come up with something better to say soon, or else it would lead to more questions. Emmett was fine with Justin being who he was and not participating in the scene, but at what point will others bother him about it? Maybe saying I have a boyfriend isn’t such a bad idea.

By the end of the meeting, Justin had put his name down to provide a handful of artwork pieces for the fundraiser. He was excited for more people to see some of the work he’d been honing since starting at PIFA. However, his excitement was nothing on Emmett’s. The whole walk back to Justin’s apartment Emmett was stopping random people on the sidewalk to tell them his friend was going to be featured in an art show. Most people would’ve been embarrassed, but Justin loved it. It showed him that someone besides himself cared about his creativity.

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February

The day before the GLC Art Show, Justin emailed his teachers, letting them know he was sick and wouldn’t be able to attend classes. It was a Friday, so he only had 2 classes to worry about, and both of them were practicals versus lectures. He had already gotten Friday and Saturday off at the diner; it would be tight for a couple of weeks because of it. But this art show meant the world to him.

Daphne even staved off her classes for the day so she could help him set up his art at the gallery. He had five pieces that he’d submitted for review, and they had all been approved. The first was a sketch he’d done of the diner during a graveyard shift; at the counter was an exhausted Debbie leaning on her hand, her elbow propping her up. The next piece was a charcoal of his little sister Molly dancing in her summer recital, the last event he’d been allowed to go to as part of his family. There were also two still lifes that Justin had drawn of the coffee pots at the diner and the display of cereal boxes above them. 

Finally, the one drawing in his collection that he was most nervous about, the one that he was sure would reveal his innermost emotions. It depicted a moment from a few weeks ago when Brian had been at the diner late at night with Gus, the night they had kissed for the first time. Justin had been such a mess after that he’d gone home and immediately drawn Brian at the counter feeding Gus. He managed to capture every detail, from Brian’s tired but loving gaze down to the worn look of the diner counter and stools. At first, Justin hadn’t wanted to put it in the show, not wanting to part with it, but then he decided that this drawing, most of all, spoke of who he was now.

They were almost done framing each piece when Lindsay showed up to volunteer. She had Gus with her in his carrier. He was decked out in a cute pair of baby overalls and a green plaid underneath. On his feet were the cutest pair of tan boots Justin had ever seen. For all he knew about babies, Justin was quickly becoming enamored with this one. He was such a calm, quiet child and loved all the attention everyone gave him. Justin knew the moment Daphne flipped over the drawing of Brian because he heard Lindsay gasp.

“Oh, Justin! It’s beautiful.” She held the frame in her hands, studying it. Her eyes stopped on Brian long enough for Justin to realize that she, too, like everyone else, was enamored with the man. It was more than just looking at the man who made having a child possible. No, Lindsay was in love with him.

“Thank you.” Justin stood up from where he’d been squatting to entertain Gus, “That night was…interesting.” 

He shared a glance with Daphne, who imperceptively shook her head. She was right. It wasn’t the time to divulge that particular secret. 

“I’m sure seeing Brian take care of a baby was entertaining, to say the least.” Lindsay chuckled and then handed the framed drawing back to Daphne. The two friends hugged Lindsay goodbye, and the older woman went over the see what she could do to assist some of the other artists.

Once she was out of earshot, Daphne let out the breath she had apparently been holding. “Justin, you can’t tell her about what happened that night. Especially considering you haven’t even spoken to Brian about it yet.”

“I wasn’t going to. I barely know her. Honestly, the most I was going to say was Brian was great with Gus from what I saw.” Justin rolled his eyes at his oldest friend. Honestly, does she really think that I’m going to talk about the kiss with a practical stranger?

“Anyway, I told Emmett I would meet him for lunch at that taco shop a few blocks away. You wanna join us?” Justin hung the last of his art on the wall and gave Daphne a look.

“Nah. I should go back to the apartment and study for my chem final.” Daphne gave Justin a hug.

“Oh, please. We both know you are going to IM that cute guy from your lab. What was his name? Eric?” Justin playfully jabbed at Daphne, and she reciprocated by putting her arm around his shoulder and pulling him against her.

“Derek? And, no. I won’t be IMing him.” Daphne gave a devilish grin and left the GLC. Justin knew she had been lying, but he didn’t care. It was great to see her this happy. She’d given up a lot in the past few months to make sure Justin felt safe and secure.

He walked the few blocks to meet Emmett in silence. His mind wandered back to that night five weeks ago. He had definitely enjoyed kissing Brian. It had electrified him in a way he wasn’t used to feeling. If Justin were being honest with himself, he’d admit that he wanted to do it again. But he also knew that Brian was probably the most promiscuous person he knew. It wasn’t fair to him, and it definitely wasn’t fair to Brian to pursue whatever it was that was happening between them.

Justin arrived at the taco shop to find that Emmett was already there and snacking away on a couple of fish tacos. Justin approached the counter and ordered a couple of chicken ones for himself. Once the man on the other side handed him the food, he went and sat down next to Emmett. 

“Hey, Em. How’s work going?” Justin asked with a smile before taking a bite of his taco.

“It’s going. People are still buying the tackiest of clothes. The biggest tragedy is that I have to ignore it completely and sell the items to them.” Emmett waved his hands around in emphasis.

“I would not like to have your job. Dealing with impatient, rude queens at the diner is bad enough.”

“Speaking of bitchy queens.” Emmett started a mischievous glint in his eyes. Justin gulped. He knew exactly where this was going.

“I have no idea what you mean.” He responded evasively.

“Oh, honey. Everyone on Liberty Avenue who has eyes can see it.” Emmett began. He turned and forced Justin to do the same so that they were looking into each other’s eyes. “For months now, I have kept my mouth shut, but it’s killing me, so I have to ask. What the hell is going on with you and Brian? Is he why you avoid every opportunity I throw your way to have sex with randoms?”

Justin finished his first taco and was well into his second one before he found the right words to say in response. Luckily, Emmett backed off and gave him the chance to collect himself.

“First of all, I’m not interested in sex. That’s why I won’t take any of the guys you suggest home with me. I legitimately don’t care one way or the other.” Justin took a deep breath and paused before he continued. 

“Secondly, there is nothing going on between me and Brian. We are on complete opposite ends of the gay experience spectrum, and besides, he annoys the shit out of me.”

“Bullshit!” Emmett exclaimed immediately after Justin stopped talking. “Not about the sex; we can come back to that part. I mean about you and Brian.”

“Well, I hate to disappoint.” Justin started, but Emmett cut him off.

“I have known that man for many years now. He never shows an interest in anyone unless they are practically begging him to have sex with them right there. Brian Kinney is a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type. And yet, with you…” Emmett trailed off. Justin could tell his friend didn’t quite have the words to explain it.

“It’s like when my Uncle Mel was raising cattle. Every new calf born, once they were weaned, he immediately put it to pasture to mature and grow enough to sell it for a profit. That is until one of the calves had trouble being born. Then, my uncle, well, he started to care about that little guy, and so when it was strong enough and should’ve been sent out to pasture, my Uncle Mel refused.” Emmett looked expectantly at Justin, but the blonde was even more lost than before.

“Did you just liken me to a cow?” Justin stared at the Southern queen.

“You missed the point entirely.” Emmett jumped up dramatically, went over to the counter to order another taco, and then came back in a huff. “I meant that Brian doesn’t get attached. Ever. Half the time, I’m certain he doesn’t even like me or Ted. But you’re different.”

“I don’t know what you’re seeing, Emmett, but the Brian I see is a conceited, selfish prick.” Justin avoided the obvious times Brian hadn’t been a dick.

“Then explain what happened that night at Babylon? Or the fact that he was nice to you that one day at the diner, and you freaked out. Brian followed you. When he came back, he said it was because he needed to change his order, but I wasn’t born yesterday, and I’m not an idiot.” 

Justin didn’t respond. Instead, he stared at his hands and avoided Emmett’s piercing, all-knowing eyes.

“And don’t tell me there isn’t something going on. For the last five weeks, Brian has refused to join us at the diner. He claims it’s because he’s busy at work. But, on the nights I mention you are coming with me to Woody’s or Babylon, he avoids those places too.” Emmett grabbed Justin’s hands in his, forcing the blonde to look up. “Spill.”

Justin sighed. He knew he wasn’t going to get out of this uncomfortable situation. “Fine, a few weeks ago, Brian came into the diner while he was on Gus duty. He had brought some work along with him, and I helped him with the ad he couldn’t figure out.” The teen paused only to have Emmett motion him to continue. The man was rapt with attention, hanging onto Justin’s every word.

“He was still there when my shift ended. I was trying to leave with Daphne when he stopped me outside on the sidewalk. We talked briefly, and then he kissed me.” Justin shrugged. To him, this wasn’t earth-shattering, but to Emmett, it was as if Christmas had come early.

“Are you kidding me?! Baby! This is huge.”

“Huh? It was just a kiss.” Justin shrugged.

“Brian only kisses people, who aren’t Michael, when he’s having sex with them.” Emmett replied, then quickly added, “Don’t ask me how I know this.”

Justin snorted. “Well, we definitely weren’t having sex.”

“Exactly my point. Brian kissed you despite not having sex with you. AND he protected you at Babylon that one night.”

Justin still couldn’t see how any of this news was worthy of a ticker tape parade, as Emmett seemed to be making it.

“Sunshine. Brian must care about you. If he’s going around trying to save you from unwanted advances and kissing you. This is huge. Just trust me.”

“That’s nice. It doesn’t mean anything to me. I’m still not interested in having sex. And Brian isn’t interested in being, in his words, some married couple.” Justin got up to throw out his trash.

Emmett followed him, and the two friends started to walk back toward the GLC. They moved in companionable silence until they were halfway there. Then Emmett finally spoke up. His voice was serious.

“Joking aside, Brian has walls up because of his family. He doesn’t put those walls down for anyone. But something tells me that right before he kissed you, he gave you a peak inside. You need to talk to him. Give him a chance.”

“I can’t,” Justin admitted with a sad sigh.

“Why not?”

“Because I may never be interested in sex, and his whole identity centers on it. We would never work.”

Emmett reached out and stopped Justin in his tracks. He urged the blonde to turn and face him completely before he spoke once more.

“Talk to him. I know Debbie and Ted make him out to be completely unreasonable. But I know underneath his defense mechanisms beats the heart of a man who just wants to be understood. I’m just saying, give him a chance.”

Justin nodded, and the two set off toward the GLC once more.

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #fanfiction #alternate universe #asexual spectrum representation

[steviestits]

Heeeyy, sooooo I’m a total time travel girlie. Can we get some love for your time travel stories? Your time travel au, regency au and your Christmas knight au!

Hey there! Thank you so much for the ask! I got more than I thought I would, so I'm going to try to spread these out throughout the day. Also, all of these are unbetaed, so... if there are any mistakes, no there aren't.

CW: Mentions of Mpreg and some gaslighting in some of the prompts

Time Travel AU: Plot is Dustin is Steve's teacher in the future but tricks Steve into going through a portal to the past so he can be his sudo-big brother when he was a kid. Eddie helps.

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When the door opened, Steve expected it to be Dustin with news if he had figured out how to send him back to the future, just like in the movie. It wasn’t, however, and instead a teen around Steve’s age entered the garage/makeshift laboratory. He looked oddly familiar with long, dark brown hair and soft, chocolate brown eyes. The other man had a lithe build and was wearing a t-shirt that Steve recognized from the Hellfire Club, which was the club that Mr. Henderson sponsored back in Steve’s own time.

“Hey there,” the man said with a winning smile. “Dustin didn’t tell me he had company.”

“I’m- Uh- Steve, his cousin from Canada,” Steve replied, remembering the lie that they were telling people. “I’m visiting for a while. Because I’m from Canada.”

The man snorted in amusement. “Alright, Steve from Canada, I’m Eddie from Indiana. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”

Steve heard the name and remembered Mr. Henderson’s friend from that famous metal band with the same name. Eddie had come in once or twice for career day as a favor, talking about what it was like to be a celebrity. His eyes had fallen on Steve a couple of times, so maybe he’d been wondering what Dustin’s cousin from Canada was doing in his class and why he hadn’t aged. Not that Steve could think of a way to explain it away, so he could only hope that Mr. Henderson had figured out a way to in the future.

“Same here,” Steve replied, holding out his hand.

Eddie took his hand, though instead of shaking it, he pressed Steve’s knuckles to his lips. Blush instantly spread through Steve’s cheeks, and he was shocked to see the other man behave so boldly. Dustin had said that Eddie was never ashamed of who he was, except this was the 80’s where people were much less accepting of gay people than they were in Steve’s time period. Maybe it was because Eddie thought Steve was from Canada that he meant could openly hit on him? Or could play it off as a joke more if he reacted poorly?

“You know, if I knew Dustin had a cousin as cute as you, I’d have started coming over more often,” Eddie teased. “You’re a real vision, sweetheart.”

The blush on Steve’s face grew, uncertain as to why Eddie was making him feel this way. Steve knew that he was attracted to men, but Eddie was so much older than him that it should’ve been creepy, except he guessed Eddie wasn’t currently older than him now as Steve was in the past, but that shouldn’t have mattered. Plus, in the future, Eddie was a married man, so he clearly found someone else, someone from his own time who wasn’t Steve.

“I’m only going to be here for a few weeks,” he insisted, finally remembering to pull his hand back. “Then I don’t think I’ll be back again after that.”

“That’s a shame, but maybe I could visit you?”

“No!” Steve exclaimed, then more calmly, he added, “It’s- Well-”

Thankfully, the door opened, signaling Dustin’s return. The boy was holding several boxes and didn’t seem to notice either of them as he staggered blindly to the work bench on the other side of the garage. He placed the boxes down with a thud before he turned around to see Eddie and Steve standing there. A grin overtook his face as his eyes flickered over them ecstatically, clearly thrilled by their presence.

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Regency AU: This isn't time travel, but is where Steve was raised elsewhere due to him being an omega, but was married off to Eddie when the family hit dire straits. I think you're the Outlander anon, so I'm going to include a passage from both. Outlander takes place in the Georgian Era, though the Regency Era is a part of it albeit briefly.

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Steve sat down on the long, blue couch next to his new husband, trying not to gawk at his surroundings. He’d never been in a place as lavish as this with its high ceilings and crown molding. Burning brightly, the large fireplace illuminated them while shadows played off the space around them, which was fancier than the wooden hearth that they had on the farm. It made him feel out of place, especially in the dress that Eddie forced him to wear.

“I know you don’t remember me. Your parents didn’t either,” Eddie said, reaching over to take Steve’s hand. “I used to work for them as a servant before you presented and were sent to the farm. I made my fortune for you, so we could be together.”

If Steve was being honest, he didn’t remember much of his time back at his parents’ manor since he’d presented so early. He did remember a boy that he would sometimes see trotting behind some of the other servants, but they never spoke, not from what Steve could recall. Still, it wasn’t as if Steve could complain as they were already married due to the agreement to save his parents from bankruptcy, though Steve was starting to suspect that Eddie had a hand in the sudden decline of the Harrington household.

“You’re going to have the life you deserve as a noble omega,” he continued as Steve remained silent. “You’ll be in charge of the staff of the household, who will in turn cater to your every need. Then I hope that soon, you’ll be rounded with my pup and become a mother to them, too. And of course, I’ll make certain to come home and pleasure at night, fill you with my seed like a proper omega like you deserves.”

Eddie then reached up in order to tuck a strand of hair behind Steve’s ear. The action made Steve blush, as no one had ever been so gentle with him. He didn’t know why Eddie went through so much trouble just to make Steve his bride, but it seemed that Eddie had a lot of expectations that Steve didn’t know if he could fulfill.

“I don’t know how to do any of that,” Steve confessed. “I was never taught how to manage a household or- or how to lay with an alpha. I wasn’t raised to be a ‘proper’ omega.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Eddie assured him. “I’ll guide you, get you the best tutors. And as for laying with an alpha, you don’t have worry. You’ll learn.”

“Do I have to learn? Why can’t we get someone else to manage the household? Or I could manage it myself. I’m used to doing chores.”

“No, sweetheart. I know you’re used to it, but it’s not what you deserve. You deserve your birthright, everything that the Harringtons denied you. You’re going to be a proper omega, get rounded as you should, and bear my pups. You were meant to be a mother, the mother of our pups. You’ll see that soon enough.”

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Omega Transmigration: The time travel fic you were actually looking for since it's technically Steve going to a different world with magic since you mentioned a chrysalis, which I thought was neat. But the basics are the same where Steve is forced to marry Eddie since they suspect he is a spy. Though, most it is based on what I'd read off web articles. If I missed the mark then let me know and I can redo it.

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Following Joyce into the hut, Steve took in the odd bits and bobbles that were strewn across the simple wood furniture. Some were crystals while others were glass jars filled with mysterious liquids, but even with those, the small space gave off an air of comfort that Steve hadn’t felt in a home in a long time. It was the opposite of what he’d expected when he’d been told that he would be seeing the wise woman of the clan, as his mind had gone to a cranky old witch who lived in a mysterious hovel, not a kind and welcoming woman.

Eddie and Wayne entered behind them, looking at ease despite their high station amongst the rebels. Their gaze, especially Eddie’s, made Steve feel uneasy, and it was hard to relax, even when Joyce told him to after she showed him to a chair at the back of the hut. Steve tried to ignore them as he sat down, so Joyce could exam him as Wayne had commanded.

“He does have the starting of an omega mating gland,” Joyce said, running finger over Steve’s neck. “But it’s incomplete. Sweetie, did something go wrong with your presentation?”

“No- Well, sort of. My parents didn’t want me to be an omega, so I went on suppressants,” he explained. “That stopped it. I’m basically a beta.”

“You poor dear,” she cooed. “That had to be dreadful.”

“Not really. I was able to become an EMT when I graduated. There haven’t been any poor side effects of stopping it either. Besides, it’s irreversible, so even I had been presenting as an omega, there’s no way to continue the process now.”

At that, Wayne stepped forward, fixing a steely gaze onto Steve. He didn’t know what the older alpha expected when he brought Steve here, as Steve had basically told him that there wasn’t any way to make him into a true omega in the eyes of the clan. There were other ways that Steve could be useful besides mating with his nephew, but from the look on Wayne’s face, he wasn’t willing to consider them.

“If he can’t be tied to the clan, he’ll be put to death,” Wayne huffed, confirming Steve’s suspicions. “No offense, lad, but I’m not going to risk my people if you can’t give me some reassurances.”

“There is a process,” Joyce said. “It’s a little involved, but it should help him continue his presentation, making him into the omega he should be.”

“Involved? We’re fighting a rebellion. We don’t have the supplies for ‘involved’ rituals.”

“Uncle, I know it might waste some resources,” Eddie interjected, “but he’s my true mate and thus will produce strong pups for the clan.”

Wayne snorted but still said, “Fine. If he agrees then you can do the ritual.”

Steve sighed and nodded, signaling that he would go through with the ritual. He didn’t have much choice given that his choice was either this or be put to death. If he was dead then he couldn’t go back to his own time, his own world. Maybe his life hadn’t been the most glamorous or exciting, but it had still been his, and he needed to do what he could to survive until he could go back to it.

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Christmas Knight AU: If you're reading this and haven't seen the Christmas Knight, maybe the best Christmas romance movie ever, then go watch it now to avoid spoilers! It's about a knight who is pushed forward in time by a spell and is sent on a quest that he must complete there.

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While the phone rang, Steve watched Eddie from his hiding place in the kitchen. The other man had his sword out and was experimentally poking at the electronics around the room. He then poked the tv remote, causing it to spring to life and display the home menu which linked to all the different streaming services he could watch from it. Eddie acted as if he hadn’t one previously, which as far as Eddie knew he probably hadn’t due to the amnesia.

“What magic is this!?” Eddie exclaimed, dropping his sword so he could inspect the image closer. “With the press of a button, this box has become aglow with words and pictures!”

“It’s just the home screen of the wireless tv,” Steve explained. “If you hit the red button, you can watch Netflix. Then the one next to that is Prime. I’ve got both, so feel to browse.”

“Net-flicks,” the other man repeated, the word sounding foreign on his tongue.

Before Steve could explain any more, Robin’s voice finally came through as she answered the phone with a quick greeting. Steve held up a finger to signal that he needed a minute, not that Eddie was paying attention as he’d become enthralled with flipping through the selections on Netflix, eyes wide as he watched the trailers of each feature play automatically. It allowed Steve to slip further into the kitchen, where he knew Eddie wouldn’t hear him.

“Robin!” Steve called anxiously. “Robin, I’ve got a huge problem!”

“Steve, calm down,” she replied. “What kind of problem? Are you okay?”

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine. The guy I hit with my car? Not so much!”

“Holy shit! You hit someone with your car!? Do we need to hide the body or something!?”

“I didn’t kill him! I- I just gave him a little bit of amnesia.”

“Define ‘a little bit’ for me.”

“He hit his head so hard he has forgotten all about modern technology and now believes that he’s like a knight of King Camelot’s court or something!”

“King Arthur,” Robin corrected. “Camelot is where he lies.”

“Does it really fucking matter!? What do I do!? I said he could stay in my guest room and borrow some clothes until he gets his memories back, but fuck! I hit him with my car!”

On the other end, Robin sighed, clearly just as lost as him as to what to do after inviting the person he ran down with a car to live with him for a while. Even with Steve being so generous, there was a chance the guy would sue the pants off him once he recovered his memories, which would suck, but there didn’t seem to be a right answer. All Steve could really do was be as patient as he could be and hope that made up for the slight brain damage he caused.

#show: stranger things #steddie #my fics #alex answers #wip wednesday #but on a thursday

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Green Or Red?

Prompt: Green and Red

Characters: Maito Gai, Genma, Ebisu, Hatake Kakashi, Auma, Kurenai

Words: 1,888

Pouring out another round of Sake, Kakashi listened to his friends chatting. The conversations they were having were varied and more random than he’d ever experienced before. One moment they were talking about Ibiki’s latest round of training with Inoichi-San, and the next they had moved on to the issues Kurenai faced on her latest mission.

Random, but still not unexpected conversations. These were simply the things that Shinobi talked about in their downtime. 

“Hey, isn’t Gai’s birthday coming up?” Asuma spoke up, interrupting the detailed explanation Ebisu was giving about his latest fixation on Onsen’s and their healing properties. 

“It is,” Kakashi confirmed without looking up from the glasses he was trying to fill. “In two days to be exact.”

“Two days?” Slapping his hands over his face, Asuma groaned. “I have two days to get a present?”

“I think the problem has less to do with how much time you have to get a present, and more to do with how you forgot one of your friend's birthdays,” Genma pointed out, earning himself a glare from Asuma. “It’s the easiest birthday to remember out of all of us.”

“That’s true,” Ebisu confirmed. “New Year's Day, Gai’s birthday. They happen on the same day. How could you forget?”

“I’ve been busy!”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kurenai interrupted, her hand coming down on Asuma’s shoulder and squeezing. A comforting gesture meant to calm Asuma before he got into an argument with Genma and Ebisu. “Two days is a lot of time. I’m sure you can think of something to get him.”

“Dango?” Genma suggested, snickering when everyone turned their attention to him. “What? He likes dango.”

“He also gets a free stick of dango on his birthday from Emi-san every year,” Kakashi reminded them. “So probably not the most thoughtful gift to get him.”

“Oh, how about a scarf!” Ebisu called out. “A nice green scarf would go over well with him.”

Kakashi scrunched up his nose. “Green?”

“Well, Ya,” Ebisu nodded. “It’s his favorite colour.”

Glancing at all of the others, Kakashi felt comforted when he noticed the same confusion he was feeling etched on Genma’s face. 

“Green is not Gai’s favorite colour.”

“You’re his teammate, Genma,” Asuma scolded the older man. “You should know better than anyone that Green is his favorite colour. He’s always wearing it.”

“But-”

“Kakashi,” finishing with the last drink, Kakashi gave his full attention to Asuma. “Tell Genma he’s wrong. You’d know better than any of us what Gai’s favorite colour is, and I’m certain you’ll agree with me and Ebisu.”

Tilting his head, Kakashi blinked. “Green is not, in fact, Gai’s favorite colour.”

Silence fell over the room. Ebisu, Asuma, and Kurenai stared at him as if he’d just said something earth-shattering while Genma pumped a fist into the air and let out a small, restrained cheer.

“You’ve lost your mind,” Ebisu argued.

“Kakashi, the man wears green,” Kurenai stated as if Kakashi could never forget the gaudy green jumpsuit that Gai was so proud of. “The only other colour he wears is orange, but I’m pretty sure that’s not his favorite colour.”

‘It’s not,” Kakashi confirmed, earning a sigh of relief from three of the four friends sitting around him. “Red is his favorite colour.”

“Red!?” Asuma threw his arms up into the air and groaned. “Red!? Have you ever even seen him in something red!?”

“Well, yes,” Kakashi confirmed. 

“His old scarf,” Genma added before anyone else could argue. “It was his favorite. He wore it until the thing fell apart on one of our missions. Remember, Ebisu?”

Tapping his forefinger against his chin, Ebisu frowned. “I think I do,” he whispered. “He cried for a good three hours when that thing fell apart. I always thought it was just because it was a gift from his Papa and…well, you know.”

Shaking his head, Kakashi began redistributing the now full cups of sake. “It was a gift from his Papa, and that’s probably why he cried. Gai is a bit of a sap like that.”

“Sap,” Asuma snorted, reaching out to take his glass from Kakashi. “Last I checked you still have your old man’s old tanto displayed in your apartment, and that this is shattered.”

Retracting the glass, Kakashi narrowed his eyes. “There is nothing wrong with keeping an item of sentimental value.”

“Nothing at all,” holding his hands up in surrender, Asuma chuckled when Kakashi’s eyes narrowed. “I’m just saying. You’re just as much a sap as Gai is, you just show it differently.” Contemplating those words, Kakashi sighed and relinquished the drink to Asuma. It wasn’t incorrect, he just hated admitting it. 

“Still, the reason his Papa got him that scarf is because it was his favorite colour,” Kakashi continued. “When we were kids he just liked the colour, but these days he says it reminds him of Ningame. You know, his favorite animal.”

Picking up her cup, Kurenai shot back the sake and promptly set the glass back down in front of Kakashi. “If red reminds him of Ningame,” she argued. “Green must remind him of his Papa. I mean, he got that stupid-”

“Don’t let him hear you say that!” Ebisu panicked, suddenly looking around the room for the one friend who still hadn’t shown up to their little hangout. “He’ll give us a lecture about the importance of ‘youth’ if he hears you say that. I can’t handle sitting through another one of those.”

“Sorry. He got that wonderful, beautiful jumpsuit from his Papa. So Green would be his favorite colour because it reminds him of someone important that he lost.”

“That’s…not how it works,” Kakashi sighed. “Yellow, orange, purple, and red are all colours I associate with people that I have lost. People I cared about, but none of them are my favorite colour.”

“Oh?” Genma sat up suddenly. “Do tell us, oh secretive one. If none of those are your favorite colour, what is?”

Kakashi refrained from rolling his eyes at his friend’s jab. “If you must know,” he sighed, hating that Genma had jumped at the opportunity to grill him for personal information. “Though, if you were a good friend you would already know-”

“I am a great friend!” Genma insisted. “So good, in fact, that I’m the only one other than you that knows Red is Gai’s favorite colour!”

“A good friend to Gai, but not me,” watching as Asuma and Ebisu both shot back their cups of Sake, he finally reached out to pick his up off of the table. “Anyways, my favorite colour is green. Which is one of many reasons Gai’s favorite colour isn’t green.”

“Because…”

Asuma began to snicker when Kakashi averted his eyes. “You don’t want to share your favorite colour with Gai, do you?”

“That’s not it.”

“It is!” Kurenai squealed. “Omg, Kakashi is being possessive, over a colour.”

“I am not.”

“You are,” throwing his head back, Genma laughed louder than any of them had heard before, causing all four of them to look his way. “This is brilliant. Hatake Kakashi, the genius of our generation, doesn’t want to share a favorite colour with his best friend.”

Sick of the conversation already, Kakashi prepared to drink his sake when a hand came down hard against his back, causing some of his sake to spill all over his hand. “Great,” he grumbled, glaring back at his attacker only to find Gai standing there grinning at all of them. “My gloves are going to smell like sake for a month now because of you. You know that, right?”

“Ah, sorry Rival,” taking the cup from Kakashi’s hand, he shot it back and smacked his lips. “Delicious.”

“That…that was mine.”

“Can’t share a favorite colour or a drink,” Asuma shook his head disapprovingly. “How sad.”

“A favorite colour?” Raising an eyebrow, Gai draped his arm around Kakashi’s shoulder and leaned in close. “Rival, what is he talking about?”

Sensing no escape from this conversation, Kakashi sighed. “Just, put these three,” he waved toward Ebisu, Kurenai, and Asuma. “Out of their misery and tell them that green is not your favorite colour, please.”

Gai stared at him for a moment. No expression on his face, just a tender gaze directed solely at Kakashi. “My favorite colour?”

“Ya,” Kakashi nodded. “They’re trying to argue that your favorite colour is green. They won’t listen to Genma and me when we tell them that it’s red.”

“Because it’s not,” Kurenai continued to argue. “Look at him, Kakashi. He’s covered head to toe in green.”

Looking at his friend, Kakashi grinned. “Actually,” he pointed toward Gai’s head. “I don’t see any green there.”

“Terrible,” Genma grumbled under his breath. “Absolutely revolting. Leaving the jokes to me, Kakashi, for everyone’s sanity.”

Preparing to argue, Kakashi huffed when Gai pulled him tighter into his side. A silent signal for him to keep whatever he was about to say to himself, which was probably a good idea considering what he wanted to say wasn’t exactly nice.

“Green is not my favorite colour,” Gai stated as calmly as he could, causing Asuma and Ebisu to throw their arms into the air and Kurenai to begin arguing before he held up a hand to silence her. “And neither is red.”

“No!” Genma object. “Not fair!”

“It’s not yellow,” Kakashi grumbled. “Or Pink, or anything else. It has to be red.”

“Actually,” the smile returned to his face, his teeth sparking just a little when the light hit them. “none of those are my favorite colour.”

“You…what?” Asuma, Ebisu, Kurenai, and Genma all narrowed their eyes, each of them looking like they were reading to jump out at him. 

“Then what is?” Asuma asked. “What colour does the great green beast of Konoha like?” Gai’s smile only grew with his friend's frustration, and suddenly Kakashi realized his mistake. 

“Nothing,” he sighed in defeat, grunting when Gai tightened his hold on him. “That’s the answer, isn’t it?”

“Not quite,” reaching out with his free hand, Gai buried it into Kakashi’s spiky silver hair. “Silver.”

“S-Silver!?” throwing a hand over the left side of his chest, Genma gasped. “This must be what betrayal feels like.”

“So dramatic,” Gai laughed as he ruffled Kakashi’s hair. “I will admit, red used to be my favorite colour when I was younger. It’s vibrant and beautiful, just like I always wanted to be. But growing up I’ve come to appreciate the reserved beauty of silver.”

Each of them reacted differently to this news.

Genma threw himself towards his drink, finally consuming it while muttering curses under his breath.

Asuma threw his head back and filled the room with the sound of his laughter.

Ebisu simply shook his head, choosing to keep quiet on the topic. 

Kurenai smiled mischievously at Kakashi, her eyes telling him of years of teasing ahead of him.

Kakashi, though, simply leaned into Gai’s side and closed his eyes. “Silver,” he whispered, enjoying the feeling of Gai’s fingers rubbing against his scalp. If he were a dog he’d be thumping his foot against the ground, but since he was a human and a shinobi he refrained. “you sure are something, Maito Gai.”

“Something wonderful?” Gai asked with a hopeful tone.

“Something,” Kakashi confirmed, chuckling when Gai pressed a kiss against the top of his head.

#Gaibirthdaybingo #Gaibirthdaybingo2023 #Maito Gai #Hatake Kakashi #Genma #Asuma #Kurenai #Ebisu #Slight Kakagai

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steve and/or Eddie w/ m!reader being caught staying up late by other camp counselors??? (Camp au if that wasn’t clear enough)

im gay <3 and u are too 🤭🤭

Getting Caught Staying Up Late with Steve and Eddie Headcanons

Male!Reader, he/him, this is for the lovely @theo-png, pretty much just fluffy headcanons of getting caught staying up late by camp counselors, as a camp counselor with Steve and Eddie, enjoy this gay shite

CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!

Tags: @qthetherapist, @rlmt1, @eddieverse, @alexs-playground

Eddie Munson

Honestly loves doing this

Staying up late and just running around the camp grounds together

Favorite spot is on the dock by the lake

Greatly enjoys just chilling there and sitting with you

One night y’all were out and chilling at the lake

Maybe smoking, maybe a beer or two in hand, it’s fine you didn’t expect to get caught

You two were caught up in a quiet conversation

But the noise was just enough to keep you from hearing the footsteps walking down the path and the dock

“The hell do you two think you’re doing out this late? And leaving your cabins unwatched too?”

Shit, it was Steve

He was one of the older counselors

Older as in been there longest

“Uh hey Steve, what’s up?”

Eddie tried sounding chill but was definitely nervous that he would tattle on you both to the head of the camp

“I’m willing to let this slide once, and only once, but if I catch you two out of your cabins past 11 you’re gone, got it?”

You both nodded, if it was anyone but Steve your asses would be grass

Totally still hang out after 11, just not at the dock anymore

Steve Harrington

This man

He only does it because that’s the only time you two can hang out

Real careful with the locations he picks

Like it’s random empty cabins that aren’t being used that summer

Or a tool shed with minimal spiders

Maybe the kitchen in the dining hall

He’s picky

And he was sure that the place he picked was fine

Probably wouldn’t be looked over by the older counselors

Boy was he wrong

It was just a normal night

Both of you hanging out talking

Quietly of course

Sitting on the counters of the kitchen you two were having a great time

When all of a sudden the door to the dining hall opens

It’s loud, and very noticeable from the kitchens

So hearing it, the both of you freeze

Steps make their way to the kitchen door and pause

Steve tapped your hand and pointed to the side exit

Getting the idea the both of you stood up and began walking to the door

Slowly opening it Steve tried not to make any noise

But it was too late

There was another of the senior counselors, Nancy Wheeler

Of all the counselors to get caught by, she was the worst

“STEVEN HARRINGTON WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT OF YOUR CABIN AFTER HOURS?!?”

Shit shit shit shit shit

“I uh, we were just talking and hanging out, nothing bad. Please don’t be mad Nance-“

“There is no “not being mad” I am furious that you would leave your cabins unattended to hang out. Back to your cabins both of you, if I catch you out after hours again I’m reporting to the head counselor.”

She began stopping away, very angry with y’all

But at least you got to live another day

#eddie munson x male reader #eddie x male reader #Steve harrington x male reader #Steve x male reader #Eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson stranger things #steve harrington stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #male reader #male reader fanfic

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Happy Birthday, Ajax (Childe x Zhongli) ✦ 3k, smut and domestic fluff

Childe comes back from a birthday trip, Zhongli has a celebration planned for just the two of them. Top Childe, Zhongli's first time receiving, needy inexperienced bottom Zhongli and some good ol' birthday sex. Childe is called Ajax and Zhongli Xiangsheng because it's canon, source: I felt a vibe

Top Childe (Tartaglia) x Bottom Zhongli

content warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, dirty talk, degrading language, cursing, slight breeding kink, delayed orgasm, unprotected sex, consensual non-safe gay sex

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

“Zhongli, I’m home!” Childe yelled from the door while taking his shoes off. His suitcase made a gentle thud on the floor as the archon descended from the stairs to greet his lover. “Ah, welcome home dear, and happy birthday!” Zhongli pulled the ginger in for a tight embrace. “Mgh...Thankmph you.” Childe muffled, buried in the taller man’s shoulder. “How was your trip?” Zhongli broke the embrace and led Childe to the kitchen by hand. He had gotten back from a work trip that also doubled as a birthday celebration, it was the day following his birthday in fact, and although Zhongli proposed a night out, Childe had said all he wanted was a homemade dinner prepared by the archon. 

“It was SO fun, the guys took me ice-fishing on the last day, you wouldn’t believe it Xiangsheng, I caught a bass THIS big.” Childe opened his arms to the sides to illustrate. Zhongli chuckled upon seeing the childish sparkle in the young man’s eyes. “I have no doubt it was fascinating.” Childe made his way to the archon who was making the final touches on the plate and hugged him from behind, “It really was, the only downside is missing the hell out of you.” he soaked up the older man’s oaky scent, a feeling bordering on dizziness. 

Zhongli turned to face the ginger and cupped his cheeks, “I know my love, but you’re here now, that’s what matters.” he leaned forward to marry their lips for a semi-passionate kiss, Childe could easily tell that the rejoice of being united was blooming inside Zhongli. 

Obviously they were not constantly glued together, Childe frequently made short trips out of town, but this time it was apparent that the archon was really looking forward to his lover’s arrival. Ever since they started dating, which was about 6 months ago, Childe had noticed that Zhongli loved being together but he also didn’t mind the harbinger’s absence. He would send him off and greet him but would never ask how long it would be until Childe himself would say “See you in ‘this many’ days” right before leaving. 

Only this time, Zhongli had slipped into bed the night before Childe left and asked “When will you be back?”. This would be insignificant for any regular couple, but to Childe it was precious, he knew from the start how hard it would be for Zhongli to get attached to him. It was easy for a mortal to love a god, but on the other side of that coin was an eternal, immortal being falling for a human. 

Long story short, being able to taste the neediness on Zhongli’s tongue was a big win for Childe. He purposefully slid away from the kiss and sat down at the table, imitating a caricature of a nobleman, “Very well then, Zhongli-sama, let us see what you’ve got.” Zhongli licked his lips before smiling, and decided to play along, “Welcome sir, tonight we have prepared a delicious menu just for you. We have Crystal Shrimp accompanied by Tianshu Meat and Rice Pudding for dessert. Oh, and of course our chef’s specialty, Black Perch Stew.”, he threw a towel over his forearm like a waiter and started to serve the food. Childe loved it when he got goofy with him since this was the most serious and important man in Liyue. 

“My heartfelt thanks to the chef, everything looks wonderful.”, the harbinger held Zhongli’s hand over the table and dug in, practically devouring the food. Zhongli knew the man did not really care for gastronomical nuances, for him eating was just a necessity and yet, he greatly enjoyed cooking for Childe and putting thought into it. 

The harbinger stretched after his final bite and sighed from being so full. He made his way to the archon cleaning his mouth and landed on his lap. “Thank you so much Xiangsheng, you’re the best boyfriend ever.”, the affectionate title followed by a gentle kiss on the cheek. Zhongli grabbed the ginger’s waist and looked up at him, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself my love. I wish I could do more, but you said no date and no gifts.” He did, in fact, have outstanding ideas for presents and a night out, but he wouldn’t overstep his partner’s boundaries. 

Childe chuckled and let Zhongli’s hair down from the low bun it was in, he would trade the ponytail for this style whilst cooking and the harbinger absolutely adored it, his fingers danced around the silky locks of the archon’s golden brown hair. “You don’t need to ‘do more’, my only wish was for us to be together, and we are. It’s the best birthday because I seduced a literal god to cook for me.” he flipped his hair back with sass, “I mean I knew I had a magic dick but damn, this good?.” Zhongli burst out laughing at the young man’s ploy, “Don’t force it.” he teased. Childe smirked, “I can do whatever I want, I’m the birthday boy.” he wrapped his arms around Zhongli’s neck, lightly grinding against his cock.

“Mm…Sounds fair enough. How about tonight I entertain all of your requests, upstairs?” Zhongli pulled him even closer to himself, letting the younger man’s hips sink deeper. Childe was peppering kisses all over the archon’s neck already as his cock twitched slightly at the proposal, he came up to hiss in Zhongli’s ear. “I would love that, dearest, I already have a few things in mind.” The archon got up with Childe’s legs wrapped around his waist and carried him through the stairs into the bedroom. “Oh really? Care to elaborate?” Zhongli asked with a grin, placing the ginger on the bed lightly.

Whenever Childe wanted to try something out, it would always end with him becoming desperate and miserable instead of Zhongli, so the archon was comfortable, thinking that he had the upper hand and the chance to make a mess out of the young harbinger. Childe scooched closer to the older man, running his hand along the toned muscles of Zhongli’s thigh, “How about tonight we spice things up a little bit and…I top you?” he proposed. Zhongli asked, confused “I mean…of course but I don’t see how that’s a switch in gear. You love being on top.”  

To which Childe smirked devilishly, “No dear. I’m not saying I want to be ON top, I’m saying I want to top.” Zhongli raised his eyebrows, still slightly confused, “Oh?”, his eyes widened at the realization, “Oh!” Childe was having the time of his life already as the archon rambled, “I—I mean sure, if that will make you happy then I’d be glad to um—you know, I just didn’t really um—know that you…were into that but it’s not a proble-” “Are you a virgin?” Childe cut him off. “Wh—...What do you mean am I a virgin, how could I be...Well, yes, I am a virgin in that regard, I suppose.” Zhongli confessed before humiliating himself further. 

Childe took his place on the archon’s lap once again as he cupped his cheeks, and married their lips together. Zhongli’s face was flushed from the sudden affection and the embarrassment. Childe had guessed for some time that Zhongli had never been on the receiving end by his demeanor, he was an excellent top though, dominating yet caring, which is why Childe could not figure it out sooner, Zhongli’s confidence and skill were misleading. But still, he could never escape Shneznaya’s most brilliant gaydar holder. 

Childe pulled away from the archon’s face, his fingers still tracing the sharp bones and contrasting smooth curves on the man’s beautifully sculpted face. “Would you like me to be your first?” Zhongli wrapped his arms around the harbinger’s waist and torso, “Childe, I would love that but, it just slightly scares me.” Childe spoke between small kisses spread across the archon’s pale face, “I mean I can prep you for hours, and even then if you still don’t feel ready we can just stop.” he reassured the older man. 

“Not only physically but…I thought about asking you before as well but I couldn’t bring myself to give up control voluntarily for some reason. You also hate being controlled yet you take it so well which I…have a hard time understanding. I know it sounds stupid.” Zhongli explained. Childe chuckled at the accuracy of that statement, “No no, it’s true but I like submitting when it’s to you, that’s the real fun in it. I don’t know, feels liberating.”

Zhongli pondered for a moment upon hearing that explanation. “Alright, I would like to give it a shot, then.” Childe’s eyes sparkled, “Really?” Zhongli hummed yes and passionately went in for a kiss, their arms roamed each other’s bodies freely, it was long before they pulled away for air. Childe rested his forehead on Zhongli’s, “Don’t stress, I’ll take good care of you, Xiangsheng.” He could already feel Zhongli’s erection on his groin and didn’t waste another second before stripping him of his clothes.

Zhongli laid on the bed as he watched his lover get naked and take out a bottle of lube to place on the nightstand. Childe got on top, straddling Zhongli’s hips and took his time making love to the archon, placing kisses all over his neck and chest, swirling his tongue around his hardened nipples, tracing around the erection throbbing under his slender fingers. Zhongli’s hands caressed the harbinger’s ginger locks, the grip occasionally getting tighter when he dove in on a tender spot. 

Childe kept teasing and pleasing Zhongli until the archon’s skin was burning under his touch and his melodic moans filled the room. He grew needier with every kiss, unable to help it as he started grinding against the young man’s body, yearning for friction. “Do you want something, my dear?” Childe asked, seemingly innocent. “C—can you touch me?” Zhongli tried not to give away how unsteady his breath already was. Childe grinned, “Have I not been doing that?” The archon squirmed as the ginger continued to bite and suck around his collarbones.

“That’s not—hngh—I meant touching my…dick.” Childe came back up to level his face with Zhongli, “Such vulgar language for such a nice gentleman.”, he swept away a strand of hair stuck to the older man’s forehead with sweat. “I’ll touch you when I want to.” he dove back to lay his steaming breaths against Zhongli’s groin. “So there is no use in forcing it, unless you enjoy humping me like a desperate dog in heat.”

Zhongli knew it was coming off as desperate but he couldn’t stop himself, the humiliation was creating an even bigger turn on for him inexplicably. He wrapped his legs around Childe’s waist, aiming to get more stimulation. “Please, Ajax I—ah—really need it.” the pleas were spilling out of his mouth along needy moans. He would only call Childe by his real name when he was really turned on, vulnerable and set on getting what he wants. 

With that, Childe brushed against Zhongli’s hole lightly with his index finger, the tingle spread through the archon’s body like an earthquake, he was so sensitive to the touch, which was the harbinger’s plan all along. Instead of an awkward fingering session, he could get Zhongli to beg for it from the start, making it easier for both of them. 

Childe’s strokes got harsher, rubbing the outside of Zhongli’s hole and poking at the entrance while the older man’s breaths got even more shaky. With his eyes closed and head thrown back, Zhongli didn’t even notice Childe lubing his fingers up in the heat of the moment. The harbinger continued to massage the sensitive bundle of muscle. He looked up at Zhongli, his naked body was Childe’s favorite thing to see, however this time was different.

This wasn’t the strong, dominant, unyielding man that threw him around and fucked him senseless every night, he looked much more naive yet slutty, a begging and moaning mess, gentle and fragile. Childe’s dick was going crazy watching him writhe and squirm. Very gently, he pushed half of his index finger inside, Zhongli trembled at the intrusion for a moment, then settled into the sensation as the rest of the finger went inside of him. Childe stayed inside without movement to get confirmation. “You can keep going.” the archon spurted out. 

The harbinger started to push in and out with Zhongli soon joining in by grinding onto his finger. Childe smirked, adding a second digit and exploring around inside the tight hole, giving Zhongli time to adjust. Once he was sure that it was comfortable, he brushed against Zhongli’s prostate, making the archon’s legs tremble. “M—more please…” the archon requested as Childe added a third finger and kept stimulating his sweet spot. 

Zhongli’s body was shaking, melting into Childe’s hand as he moaned his name over and over. “Are you about to cum, my love?” the harbinger asked. “Am I—mmh—am I allowed to?” Childe was very satisfied with the question, “It will make you more sensitive, but if you think you can handle it, then sure.” Zhongli mumbled “I want to.” Childe complied and wrapped his other hand around the archon’s cock, pumping rhythmically with his three fingers thrusting in and out of Zhongli’s slick hole. “So…close—ah fuck.” he released on Childe’s hand, ropes of cum seeping onto his own stomach as his body spasmed with bliss.  

Childe let him ride it out gently and pulled away both of his hands. Zhongli whined at the loss of stimulation. The harbinger chuckled, “Such a whore for your first time.” Zhongli ran his hands over his body needily, waiting for Childe to lube himself up and wipe away the cum on his tummy. “It’s your fault for making me feel so good.” he replied slyly with half-lidded eyes.  

“I won’t ever stop doing that.”, the younger man settled back on the bed, lining himself up with Zhongli’s hole and rubbing the tip of his dick around it to test the waters. Eventually he pushed in slowly and leaned forward to pin the archon’s hands on his sides by intertwining their fingers. Zhongli moaned with a mix of pleasure and pain, leading Childe by signaling yes and no until the entirety of his dick was comfortably stuffed inside. 

With the first successful thrust, Childe groaned into Zhongli’s ear, having trouble staying in control because of how tight and warm he was. The archon wrapped his legs around his waist and broke free from the tight grip to dig his nails into Childe’s back, eliciting lewd moans and groans from the harbinger. Zhongli’s face was completely flushed, eyes rolling to the back of his head and incomprehensible curse words escaping his mouth. Childe grabbed his chin roughly to focus his eyes and attention onto him, “You look so beautiful—mmh—taking my cock like that.” 

Zhongli was shaking and spasming uncontrollably as his rock hard erection rubbed between the two men’s bodies. “M-more.” the archon cried out. Childe wrapped the man’s hair in a fist, pulling it back to glue him on the bed completely. “More what?”

The archon was struggling immensely to talk back, “F—hahh…Fuck me harder, Childe.” The harbinger jokingly tutted in dismay, “Dear God, where are your manners, Xiangsheng?” Tears were pooling up in Zhongli’s eyes from the stimulation, yet he wanted more. “I—please…Ajax…I want you in—ngh—deeper…please…It feels so fucking good.” he turned his face slightly to place kisses on the hand wrapped around his hair. Childe chuckled, letting go of the golden brown strands to place Zhongli’s legs on his shoulders.

“Screaming for my dick, and you still want more, hm?” he started thrusting into the archon’s prostate with full force, “Do you want me to make you cry for it, huh? Should I just rip you apart? Bet you’d like that too you greedy fucking bottom.” The bundles of tears pooling up soon started leaving Zhongli’s glowing amber eyes as he orgasmed for the second time, with zero contact to his dick. He barely forced his eyes open to find Childe on top of him with a piercing, hungry gaze, looking hotter than ever. 

The harbinger leaned forward to devour Zhongli’s lips, tasting the salty tears. “There’s my good boy.” he cooed in the archon’s ear. “Now it’s my turn to cum.”, he was about to pull away to the same position when Zhongli wrapped his arms around the young man’s neck, “Don’t…don’t pull out…please.” Childe kept thrusting with a smirk, “You want me to cum inside, precious?” Zhongli struggled to get his breath steady, “Want—ahh…want you to—mmh…breed me.”

Upon hearing that, lightning bolts rushed through Childe’s body, he picked up the pace even more chasing his own release, causing Zhongli to hiss from overstimulation. The harbinger held him close to his chest with reassurance, grunting and moaning over his head, both protecting and preying on Zhongli. “My beautiful prince, always so good for me.”, his praises were followed by one deep, still trust as he spilled inside the archon’s now puffy and sensitive hole. 

Zhongli ran his fingers soothingly on the younger man’s back, leaving kisses on his shoulder as he rode out the orgasm. Childe stood on his hands, gently pulling out and admiring the mess of a boyfriend he created. Zhongli’s chest was still going up and down at an unnatural pace with his rosy cheeks wetted by sweat and tears, Childe’s seed leaking out of his asshole. 

Childe quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and brought back a wet towel to take care of Zhongli’s stomach and ass. The archon still felt high, unwilling and slightly unable to speak until Childe laid next to him under the covers and pulled him on his chest lovingly.

“I…really liked that.” Zhongli finally broke his silence. Childe chuckled in amusement, “I could tell, did I hurt you?” The archon looked up at him, “Yeah, it was amazing, we should do this more often.” his eyes were glowing like a kid in a candy shop. Childe was losing his mind at how small and fragile the man felt in his arms. It was so refreshing to see Zhongli vulnerable for a change, begging, aching and moaning for more, left at Childe’s mercy for his own pleasure. “I agree, next time I’ll teach you how to ride me.” he caressed Zhongli’s hair gently as the archon yawned and settled comfortably on his chest. 

“Can’t wait.” the archon said before closing his eyes. He placed his hand inside Childe’s before drifting off to sleep, “I love you Ajax, happy birthday.” 

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[solsono]

A story about the bracelet I’ve worn for 12 years (and its queer connection):

I have a paracord bracelet that I can’t remove without ruining. It is burned on and is not adjustable. It’s a single piece of paracord that is purple with cyan dots. Since it has been on my arm for so long, I often forget it is there. It has felt looser recently, which has caused me to noticed it more. So, I took some time to remember its story and how it reminds me that I have always been queer.

For anyone who needs a warning, in this post I will be talking about times when I used to go to a christian church. I do not discuss christianity, just my experience with the church on a surface level.

12 years ago, my life was changing. I didn’t understand it yet, but I was dealing with gender dysphoria. I had just moved to a new school for 6th grade, not going to the school my friends were attending. I had to make new friends and all that. But I didn’t lose all my friends because I had been going to church with my family. I was attending the youth group there, where I could hang out with my church friends. My older brother was also attending youth group with me.

The youth pastor, let’s call him Stanley (not his real name). Stanley was this super fun guy who everyone could get along with. Absolutely amazing person with some really great wisdom and such. He was in his late 20s at the time, and he had only been the youth pastor for less than a year. Stanley was a pretty damn important person to all of the youth group kids.

Stanley told us about a backpacking camping trip for the guys, where we would backpack on a mountain for 4 days. My brother and I signed up, and one other guy signed up. I don’t think I was sure what I was signing up for.

The trip had 6 people: the 3 of us who signed up, Stanley, and two backpacking guides (a woman and a man). This was a tough trip for me. I was not in shape, I was out of breath often, I had a hard time carrying my backpack, and I had trouble pushing myself to keep pace with everyone.

We reached the top of the mountain on day 3 and started going down. On that night, our last night, we sat around our campfire and talked (I think we said nice things about each other or something). We ended the chat with making these paracord bracelets, all matching, purple and cyan.

I didn’t know if I was going to I keep the bracelet, it reminded me of how much I struggled on the trip. After a few months, all the other people from the trip had taken theirs off, including my brother. I found that out at youth group as I checked in with them to see if they kept their bracelets. I kept wearing mine, thinking one day I may have to take it off if it got too tight.

Later that year, Stanley told us (the youth group) that he was leaving. He was moving to a different state. But more importantly, Stanley told us that he was gay, and he was leaving so he could pursue a life where he could be gay.

As kids who had been sheltered from discussing anything queer related, we didn’t know what being gay meant, and we were confused about why he needed to leave if he was gay. We were mostly sad that he was just leaving. Stanley felt like the unmovable rock we needed at church for the youth group, to keep us together.

The church and our parents encouraged us to cut contact with Stanley and to let him go. But it was hard when all Stanley had done was support us. I felt betrayed and abandoned (mostly directed at the church). Seeing Stanley being pushed out by the church made me feel like I couldn’t talk about my feelings (gender dysphoria). If that’s how they reacted to Stanley, then I didn’t want to find out how I would be treated. I was afraid to be different. So I buried my feelings.

The youth group was a shattered version of itself after Stanley was gone. Some kids left to find a more stable youth group, and those of us that stayed had years of the church trying out new youth leaders and never finding someone who fit the role as good as Stanley.

When I was 17, there was a day when I was walking through a park with a girlfriend I had at the time. This is a park I hadn’t been to in a while. We were chatting and watching people play in the park. We passed by two guys walking on the path, and I swear that one was Stanley. My eyes got really wide, and I nervously said “hi” and we kept walking. I turned to my girlfriend and said “I think I know that guy, I’m pretty sure that was my old youth pastor” which made me remember I still had a bracelet from when I knew him. But I avoided remembering the buried feelings, pushing it back down. After all, if I wanted to continue dating this girl from youth group, I shouldn’t talk about it.

This girl was from a different youth group. After sticking with my first youth group for years, I gave up and moved to a second youth group. But I really didn’t feel like I fit in. I started dating that girl from the second youth group because I was so sure that I just needed to date someone to be more accepted or fit in better. Instead, I felt worse. I didn’t know what being aromantic was, but I wish I could have learned about it then.

Time kept moving, my girlfriend and I broke up, I stopped going to church, I went to university, worked some jobs, and I moved back in with my parents. I started discovering asexuality and aromanticism, feeling that I finally have a better understanding of myself. But I didn’t dig too deep into myself, just enough to know that there’s a term for how I feel about romance and sex.

This year, I decided to reconnect with one of my old friends from high school, who is queer. They live in a different state, but that didn’t stop us from video calling to talk about deep feelings. Deep feelings that I forgot about. Feelings that sat for so long, like a bracelet that I forget is on my arm. I finally felt like there was something I needed to address about my identity. So, I started therapy, which lead to me coming out to my parents. Then I learned another term for my feelings, gender dysphoria. I finally got it, I understood it. I am trans. And I didn’t have to feel ‘stuck’ inside my body any longer. (I had to come out to my parents again as trans).

For so many years, I have been ignoring my body because it made me feel uncomfortable. But recently I’ve been taking care of my body, because I know that I can shape it into something more comfortable! I scheduled visits with doctors to discuss transitioning. I started eating better, working out, sleeping on a schedule, and taking care of my skin and hair.

One of the results of me taking care of my body is that my bracelet is more loose on my arm. It was a nice indicator of my progress in taking care of my body, but it was also a bit distracting. It doesn’t fit like it used to, which made me notice it more. This brought back all the memories of my feelings and memories of Stanley. I still feel uncomfortable around the church. I feel like going to church held me back from being my true self. I wish that Stanley could have stayed because maybe I would have embraced my true self sooner. I really care about Stanley.

I’ll have this bracelet to remind me that my true self has been with me the whole time, and it is my authentic self. I’ll have this bracelet to remind me of Stanley, the kind and good man that he is. I’ll have this bracelet to remind me that there are more queer people in the world, and I don’t have to feel alone or shunned because I feel different from the people of the church.

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