#I can't deal with the embarrassment and humiliation I feel around them

[zhonglisbeloved]

LEWD TEXTS. ALHAITHAM.

im not dead and another reminder to check out my friend's content on YouTube :) https://youtu.be/hEs3oxcuBM8?si=CMd5PSx4a7NyyqME Warnings: NSFW, smut, degrading, public sex, spanking, degrading, public humiliation, let me know if I missed any! professor!Alhaitham x afab!student!reader

I want to suck your dick, I want you to fuck my throat and cum inside my mouth

I desperately need your huge cock in my mouth

please fuck your needy slut, Sir

fuck me in public and breed me like the good little girl I am

please Sir I can't wait for class to end, if only you'd dismiss them early and show me who I belong too

you read out loud as embarrassment took over you, your cheeks were now dusted with a red hue, your body growing hotter by the second. you were caught texting in class by your professor boyfriend Alhaitham, and even though he was very lenient in these cases, he knew you were texting him lewd things and he couldn't help but make you read them.

so to satisfy your humiliation kink, he made you stand up and read out loud all the dirty, lewd, and sinful things that you had sent him. he kept a blank expression, ignoring the urge to walk up to you and fuck you right then and there, complying to your words.

some of your classmates looked at you and chuckled with a teasing look, some looked at you shocked and others disgusted, to say that you wanted to dig a whole and hide there forever was a huge understatement. You couldn't explain your feelings, you were turned on and embarrassed.

you swallowed a lump down your throat, clenching your thighs trying to subtly deal with how wet you were. "So, couldn't this wait until the class ended?" he asked you knowing well that your legs were probably shaking, his look was lustful, his pants tightening.

You mumbled a small "sorry" and sat down, the public humiliation had turned you on to the point that you were sure sooner rather than later your panties would be soaking and your arousal would drip down your thighs. you sat down and crossed your legs, wishing for class to end.

he ended the class rather early, it was enough of an indication for you to know that you should prepare yourself to get punished in the classroom itself. soon after the last student exited the class, Alhaitham locked the door and grabbed you.

he bent you over his desk and pulled down your clothes, ripping your underwear right after. your lower body was now on display for him. he spanked your bottom once, twice, thrice and a few more until your bottom was red and tears of pleasure ran down your now completely pink cheeks.

"now what was it that you wanted me to do to you, darling? recite everything properly or you're not getting any of it" he whispered in your ears, your thighs clenched as your arousal dripped further down your thighs to legs, whimpers leaving your parted lips.

"I wanna suck y-your cock, an-d have you-r c-cum down my throat" you stuttered out while pushing your hips backwards the moment you felt his fingers rub your clit. he slapped your clit, making you gasp before turning you around and pushing you on your knees and unbuckling his belt, he pulled down his pants.

"suck" he ordered, you wasted no time in grabbing a hold of his hard and huge cock, you started off by kitty licking the tip, almost teasing him when he suddenly grabbed your hair and pushed your mouth down, his cock reaching into your throat making you gag.

you choked but still managed to pick up the pace and bob your head while swirling your tongue around his shaft to provide more pleasure. his soft moans and groans filled the room letting you know that you're pleasuring him well.

tears formed in your eyes as Alhaitham held your head still and fucked your throat without mercy. you gagged around his cock, you pulled back and sucked on his tip while your hand stroked the rest of his cock on a rather fast pace. you could feel his cock throbbing and the pre cum dripping in your mouth.

you moaned softly at the taste, you suddenly took his entire length in your mouth, deep throating him. he moaned loudly, you looked up at him through your teary eyes as you sucked him off.

soon he was releasing his cum in your mouth, you closed your eyes and took it all the way in, the tip of your nose hitting his lower abdomen. you pulled back and swallowed his seed and opened your mouth to show him.

he let out a satisfied hum and pulled you up, and bent you over the table, "read another one" he commanded while stroking your dripping slit

"fu-ck me in pu-public and breed- breed me like the go-od ah- little girl I am~" you whined out 

he then thrusted his cock into your tight hole making you moan out loud. he fucked you mercilessly while he held your hands behind your back "fuck you're so tight sweetheart" he growled.

the room was filled with skin slapping noises and lewd sounds. you whimpered as you felt his hands wrap around your waist and rub figures of eight on your swollen clit. you whined out and moved your hips in sync with his to get more friction and pleasure. 

he suddenly stopped thrusting and flipped you over to lay on your back without pulling out. he chuckled at your state and started thrusting again, taking you by surprise. you immediately threw your head back as your eyes rolled to back of your head and your hands found purchase on his broad shoulders

you pushed your legs further apart and close to your chest as you felt your toes curl. you felt a hot pooling feeling in your abdomen as your walls started to clench around his girth. "gonna cum- please Sir let me cum" you whimpered out seeking permission to cum.

cum, my little whore he moaned and released his cum with you in a mating press, breeding you like a slut, you too released your cum at the feeling of being filled up by his warm seed. "good girl, such a well behaved angel for sir" he praised you.

#genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #smut #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette #zhongli smut #childe smut #alhaitham smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham genshin #kuni's lovenotes ♡

[dollopi]

🍓 . words don't come easy ─ katsuki bkg.

# canon-typical violence .

"shit."

bakugo has been doing just about everything to figure out his dilemma. filtering through those ridiculous shoujo, observing those stupid-fuckin' couples that seem to occupy each and every damn corner of U.A., and yet, and yet...

he can't figure this flirting thing out. the mere prospect has katsuki's palms drenched with sweat; causing explosions if he thinks too hard, and at some point you'll sure be able to tell.

he thinks about it so much that it's starting to affect his academic perfomance, as katsuki stares off into space, wracking his damn brain on how to deal with you.

his oblivious-ass friends have even started to notice, prodding curiously as to why he's barely reacting to their incessant teasing, why he's suddenly blowing them off to go on these little study outings with you.

then, suddenly, mina realizes. kirishima follows along, with sero in tow. kaminari, the damn loud-mouth, is the last to know; and to their credit, they do try to help.

unfortunately, it only helps to drive him utterly fuckin' crazy.

now, he's fighting not only to drive you away, but also to contain his friends from not exploding into confetti whenever he dares approach you.

but balance is fragile, when you're dealing with a ticking time-bomb like his stupid-ass motherfuckin' idiot friends.

bakugo let his guard down for a damn second, and suddenly he's forgot his brain back at home.

peering up from your sheet of homework, you tilt your head, "what's wrong?"

katsuki rifles through his bag for a second-third time. he grinds his teeth, and closes his eyes, as if to brace himself for humiliation and defeat.

"forgot my fuckin' pen, that's what."

you giggle. unhelpful, as he quickly loses his cool, flushed and irate. bakugo hisses, a vein popping from his forehead as his cheeks blow red like an over-exhausted balloon.

"you think that's funny, brat?!" he stands to yell, nearly toppling his chair over in the process. all eyes at the library turn on him at the outburst, but katsuki is all too captivated with your laughter that follows.

you wave him off with ease, slipping a hand into your pencil-case and offering it to him. "you're such a baby," and then with a playful drone, "kaaa-achan."

bakugo seethes as he slumps back into the chair, hissing as ever-rare embarrassment sets in.

then, for a second time, you burst into a fit of giggles. it's barely quelled when you slap a hand over your mouth, and doesn't stop as you turn away from him.

bakugo is flustered. "shaddap."

you snort, giggling. "it's not you. well, sort of, actually. kaminari said something really funny the other day."

for some odd reason, he suddenly feels his heart sink down to his asshole; like a warning for a forecoming disaster. katsuki grunts.

"what'd that damn dunce say this time."

you peer back up at him with a squint, eyes glittering with amusement. your laughter is barely concealed behind wobbling lips.

"he asked if i like... you know. like you, or somethin'."

bakugo flushes. damn. damn, damn, damn. sneering lowly, he quickly brushes the suggestion off.

"that's fuckin' stupid." do you?

you sigh, your smile tires. "i know, right." do you?

head tipping over the back of your chair, you stretch comfortably. the two of you sit for a while in silence, looking back at eachother.

bakugo breaks off the staring-contest. you smirk. "ha."

"tch." he hisses, pursing his lips, "wind got in my fuckin' eyes."

"we're in an enclosed space, loser," you retort. "i win."

"i could beat your ass in sparring."

you don't grace him with a reply, rolling your eyes.

for a while the two of you sit in silence, homework long abandoned. katsuki twirls your pencil around in his hand, cheek resting in his other. the library feels stuffy; hot as his fluster lingers.

"do you?"

his head snaps up to meet your eyes, katsuki's voice a rumble. "hah?"

you smile, but it's nothing teasing. earnest flickers in your eye, a genuine interest that encapsulates his.

"do you like me."

bakugo's answer is biting, harsh as if bile on his tongue.

"i like you just about as much as shit on my shoe."

you grunt, unamused. there's a tick in your jaw as you roll your eyes in the way he fucking despises. bakugo regrets his words; it's a clumsy insult, and he doesn't mean it.

"okay." you move to stand, and he lets you. stupid, stupid. he's going to kill kaminari, that dumbass.

you abandon the table, and bakugo soon follows.

─

bakugo wants to melt into the floor.

bakugo wants to slam his head into a wall.

bakugo feels like strangling kaminari and kirishima and mina and anyone that's ever dared cross him.

aizawa won't budge and he refuses to ask to have his partner changed. not because you're weak, and not because you're not worthy, but because you're ignoring him.

teetering on the edge of going completely crazy, his friends haven't quite given up on the pursuit, and although you refuse to have anything to do with katsuki, you'll happily chatter on to that idiot mina; which is exactly what you're doing instead of giving him the time of day right now.

too bad he's not planning to let you off the hook, and so isn't aizawa, who gruffly orders the two of you to quit wasting time.

reluctantly, bakugo can tell you don't want this, you enter the arena.

"oi," he growls. you peer up at him, exhasparated, "yeah?"

there's a crackle, he can barely contain the explosion that goes off in his fist, "i told you. i'm gonna bust your fuckin' ass."

"do your best."

─

your back slams against the granite flooring, and you struggle to gasp for air. you've long gone haywire by now, exhausted by bakugo's seemingly untiring resolve that is currently beating you into the ground; literally.

with him things aren't as easy as telling him to stop, you're sure you'll have to die before he stops. bakugo, for once, is angry enough to be blinded. he's frustrated, you're sure; after all, it's impossible to miss the way he's been staring.

maybe you had been too harsh, freezing him out like that. everyone seemed to have noticed too, and suddenly mina was pleading with you to make up for whatever had happened.

part of you never wants to forgive him, and that want is strenghtened by the way bakugo holds good on his promise, sending you flying like a ragdoll.

scrambling to get away, he fists your costume and pins you beneath him. katsuki pants, hand crackling.

"the fuck's your problem, huh?" he snarls, "think you're better than me, that's it, you fuckin'--"

you lift your hand to shield your face, dirtied by the rubble, "it's 'cause you're a fucking asshole."

"you think i'm gonna change for you, or some shit?" bakugo stills, breath hitching. he bares his teeth like a dog, and you think he might just bite.

in a moment of strength, you push him off you. you're done, he realizes.

"no, that's how you treat all your friends, isn't it?" your joints ache as you stand, knees buckling beneath you, "like a little bitch."

you're pissing him off, you can tell. but there's also a hint of upset, one he poorly hides in the heat of the moment.

"you're such a pus─ hey!" he barks, grabbing your arm as you storm off, "don't tell me you're pissed 'cause i called you a piece of shit."

you turn to look at him, furious. it's getting heated, veins pumping as you rip away your arm. "you'd be too, dumbass! i swear, you're so thick─"

bakugo hisses, grinding his teeth. "shaddap! 's not my fault you're so─"

"you shut up!"

"i'll murder you, damn it!"

"oh," you push at him, "screw you, you loser!"

seething, bakugo wrangles your arms into place, knocking you into a wall. rubble unravels from above like hardened raindrops, and you brace yourself.

"you got something to say?" he rumbles, glare darkening, "i'll kill you."

grimacing, you lean further into the wall, and bakugo moves to follow it. "admit it, you prick," you seethe, "admit you you like me, or this is all for nothing and i'll never talk to you again."

a strangled noise leaves katsuki. he has half the mind to slam your head into the cement; to shut you up. maybe he'll scare you away, and you can leave for him to wallow in his feelings.

he squeezes your forearms, blunt leather digging into your skin. "...who the fuck told you, huh?"

a tiny smile, however smug, grazes your features. "anonymous source, "kacchan."

a/n: back from the dead at last ＼(≧▽≦)／

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bnha #mha #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugo x reader

[k-odyssey]

Some 'Doctor Slump' thoughts (ep8)

I found the backstory to Ha Neul's chronic inability to put herself first illuminating. There is a part of her that deeply believes that she's not allowed happiness. That if she gets carried away, she'll be punished for it.

Another side to this is that she grew up needing academic validation on an extreme level. Reassurance that she's doing well, like grades... or a trusted senior's compliments. She was vulnerable.

Kyung Min looks like he has a pattern of finding vulnerable people and using them for his personal gain. Not sure yet what his deal with Jeong Woo is — just having fun manipulating, revenge, or something more tangible — but there is something going on. He was panicking that his two marks were getting close, so he snapped. Hit JW where he knew it would hurt with "you don't deserve happiness."

The way Ha Neul threw beer at him was perfect. She walked in there with a look of quiet confidence and got the satisfaction of embarrassing him publicly. He does look like he cares about people's opinions a lot.

But he deserves to pay for his dishonesty in full. Eagerly waiting for his misdeeds to be exposed.

I actually love how straightforward HN and JW can be (helped by her family). No need to question whether the other has feelings for too long. Whether they're a couple. There are no mind games. JW reassures her in a heartbeat.

They still don't tell each other everything. And that makes a lot of sense. They each come to this relationship with their own emotional baggage. They would tiptoe around each other, trying not to hurt or trying to protect themselves.

I really get how humiliated Ha Neul feels when she hears that he gave up a job offer for her sake. But part of me feels like he might've used this as an excuse because he dreads returning to work. He sincerely wants to be by her side, but clearly he's not over his PTSD. I didn't like how he worded his reason. If I were Hong Ran I wouldn't have told it to Ha Neul either.

Anyway, Ha Neul really needs someone to teach her how to have fun outside of dissertations and alcohol!!! Can't believe her idea of a date. Or actually I can, and it's sad. Having niche interests is perfectly fine. But girl, you can't seriously be asking your boyfriend to do homework on your first date 😂

#doctor slump #dr slump #kdrama thoughts #gifs

[punk4ndisorderly]

dreamboat

jack hughes x fictional character

intro | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | epilogue

part 4 -suddenly

Ava couldn't be there. She felt ridiculous, embarrassed, ashamed even, being the center of attention in this situation. Never in her life would she have thought she'd have someone fighting for her honor. Well, not really fighting, it was one punch, and Ethan was out.

Trevor and Cole ran from their room when they heard the loud thud in the living room, the stunned looks on their faces matching everyone else's.

Jack was breathing heavily through his nose, his chest puffed. No one had ever seen him that mad outside of the rink. Hell, even in the rink, he had never looked that furious.

Dylan and Mark begrudgingly helped Ethan up, taking him to the kitchen to get some ice. The rest of the boys looked on, but no one said a word.

"Next time you should think if going out with the most beautiful girl in the world is more embarrassing than going out with a black eye before you open your fucking mouth." Jack spat, right as Quinn and Luke hastily came down the stairs.

"Jack, stop talking, please." Ava begged, unshed tears in her eyes. "Don't drag this on. I feel humiliated enough as it is." she nearly whispered.

"What the hell is going on?" the eldest Hughes raised his voice, looking between the two of them before scanning the room. "Why are you dipshits hanging around?" he continued. "If you're not involved in whatever this is, I suggest you move this party to your rooms."

The young men Luke had invited to stay over left one by one, the air thick with tension over the events of the last couple of minutes. Trevor and Cole refused to follow, clearly wanting an explanation as to why their friend looked like he was milliseconds away from blowing a fuse.

Quinn turned to his brother, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Jack."

"I've dealt with it."

"I don't care." the Canucks' captain stated dryly. "Speak."

"Quinny, please." Ava intervened. "It was stupid."

His eyes softened when he turned to face the girl he took care of like a little sister.

"Yeah, okay. You're not talking, fine." he gave in. "But you're apologizing to Eddy." Quinn pointed at his sibling. "This is not how grown men deal with shit."

"I don't care." Jack shrugged. "I'm not apologizing. He should be the one apologizing."

"You can't just say shit like that and not explain yourself. That's my teammate. He's a friend. If he did something I need to know." Luke spoke up, towering over him.

"Yeah, man, I need to know if I'm kicking this kid's ass or not." Trevor prompted, raising his eyebrows.

"Forget it." he sighed, turning his back to them. "I don't want you here when I wake up." he added menacingly as he walked past the kitchen and out the sliding doors into the backyard.

"Oh you did not just leave me here to deal with this..." Ava mumbled under her breath, stalking behind him as quick as she could.

Finding him sat on the dock, his feet dipped in the water, the brunette didn't bother with small talk.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"Sorry, I just couldn't not say something if they kept on pushing." he spoke softly, still facing the large body of water.

"We'll discuss that later, I meant what the hell were you thinking when you socked Ethan? Are you insane?"

"Coop, what he said..." Jack began, turning to her.

"I've heard it thousands of times before. It's hurtful, yes, but I can get my point across with words, I always have. You can't go out punching every guy who says nasty things about me."

"As a matter of fact, I can." he stated. "Give me names."

Ava let out a chuckle, releasing some of the tension accumulated inside her. His eyes scanned her face cautiously, the moonlight illuminating it in a totally different way than the sunlight did, and he wanted to learn all about the part of her that could only be seen in it.

"I'm a big girl. Literally and figuratively. This is not your weight to take on..."

"Yes it is, Ava."

She groaned loudly, looking up at the sky.

"I don't want you to get into any trouble for me... And the thing is... I don't get it, Jack. Why are you like this? Why do you do this? Why was there steam coming out of your ears?"

"God, Coop, you cannot be serious." the Devils' player scoffed, getting up to leave.

"Jack!" the brunette huffed, raising to her full height. "What did I say?"

"Isn't it obvious by now?" he retorted.

"Clearly not! There is no reason why -"

"I love you, Ava!" Jack blurted out, holding his arms out. "That's why. I can't help it if I get protective and want to punch the shit out of men who treat you like shit! I can't help getting jealous either! It's something I have to deal with, I know. it would be a lot easier if I didn't care this much, but I do."

His longtime friend, the one he compared everyone else to, stood there, shocked. He could tell she was replaying his words in her head. Deciding if she was going to believe him or not.

"I... We're... Jack, we're never even playing in the same league. You can't just..."

"Stop bullshitting me. I know guys like Ethan legitimize this belief you have deep inside that you're inferior to any other woman because you have a different body type but trust me when I say there is no one else who has ever made me feel like you do. No one I'd rather tell my deepest, darkest fears and secrets to. No one makes me laugh like you do. No one gets me as flustered as you do and they are certainly not in any of my most unholy thoughts, looking exactly like you do. You drive me insane, Cooper. Just the way you are."

-

A/N: last part!! now on to the social media epilogue 🫢 hope you enjoyed this one!!!

#jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x fictional character #jack hughes x chubby!reader #jack hughes x ava cooper #jack hughes fanfiction #dreamboat jack hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #hockey #hockey boys #quinn hughes #alex turcotte #luke hughes

[transzilla]

god, I think you described me.. just skimming the tags when I saw the bit about forcemasc on a transitioned man.. I feel like such a teenager when what I want to be is a man. I don't know how to take it and demand my respect. I feel like I've lost so much not growing up this way. Can I still grow and be changed? Be forcemasc'd like I want to be even though I'm "already there"?

Bro, yes, literally yes... I wish I could just like haunt and possess some of ya'll sometimes and forcemasc you from the fucking spirit realm like a forcemasc demon LMAO

So a lot of the time your feelings of inferiority are coming from yourself. We suffer the most in our imagination. But if they aren't and it actually is somebody not respecting you, don't shy away! Examine it. If I was there I'd absolutely grind your face in it. When you do feel embarrassed somewhere and people aren't taking you seriously as a man I need you to go full humiliation kink and examine everything you possibly can. The most educating moments of our lives are frankly fucking horrible and you won't grow as a man if you aren't paying attention. The beauty here is observation, like is it something I'm doing? Are there any other men who are also being demeaned? I want you to know exactly where the pain is.

We need times in our lives when we are basically teenagers, stunted, clumsy, awkward shitty theatre kid versions of the men in our lives, all our feelings of shame and dysphoria are for a reason. We cannot truly eliminate weakness in ourselves if we can't find it, and the best way is exposing it. And that's a really humiliating process because a lot of us started way late at the most subtle exhibitions of masculinity. These cis guys have been doing it their whole lives.

But like, give yourself some credit, you're not the moron here. We aren't kids. We are adults and we can learn faster and adapt faster than kids can. Question your own perception! Are you really that far behind? I think honestly for the time you've been a man and the obstacles you've gone through to get to where you are you've been doing pretty damn well. You've dealt with things that majority of cis men would not be strong enough to deal with.

Do not be uncomfortable with your material reality because if you can't face it and look at yourself and all of your flaws you can't improve. You need to go out and do things and experience humiliation in order to expose all your weaknesses, and then work to eliminate them. Don't just shoot yourself down all the time, oh I can't do that, I'm too weak, I'll never get there, it's too scary, etc. like, come on, this is your life, this is serious. be a fucking man LMAO.. when you can force respect from yourself then you will be able to make other men respect you. That's the first step.

It just takes the nastiest ordeal to get there. Sometimes the ordeal is coming from us! We terrify ourselves. We torture ourselves worse than any other man could ever dream of. Start smaller and smaller, understand that your feelings of terror are jealously guarding your potential to be a man like a hen guarding its eggs and you need to just bare your teeth and rip that piece of shit limb from limb and take what you are entitled to.

Like let me stay grounded here. When I first started what I do for work, tree removal, it was incredibly embarrassing and nobody respected me. And they were right. Like I could barely use a chainsaw, I couldn't pull the cord fast enough to turn it on, couldn't lift the fucking thing. I didn't know shit about anything, and I couldn't figure out shit about anything, like I was lacking entire thought processes that other dudes could do starting in kindergarten, it went all the way down to going to lumber yards and boys getting excited over big machines and tractors, they were familiar with everything and had decades of experience on me while I was still learning how to be a man. There were some jobs I didn't stick around very long at, hahaha.

But then I learned, like I wanna say it took me about two years to get up to speed, And I took the piss and I accepted consequence. As soon as I stopped demanding immediate, fairy tale perfection from myself and my life and stopped with "should'ves" my life became much more work oriented and essy to deal with. Getting fired was fine. Getting bitched out and humiliated was fine. Going with incredible isolation and lacking very basic things was fine Because like shit I tried and and as long as some other guy is doing it to me I sure as hell don't need to do it to myself. I just had to work that much harder. Endure it!!!

some guys now are still better than me because they've been doing it longer but I'm functional now u know. And like these guys also don't know shit about anything, like wow they can lift a big saw and use a tractor but they're so focused on being masculine they don't fucking explain things. Because of their feelings and their oh you ought-tos and just absolutely writhing in weakness and inefficiency for NO REASON. Like I actually have a vagina, man, the fuck is your excuse? I've had quite a few bosses who will tell you to do something, give no details, get mad when you ask for details, and get mad when you do the job wrong. Then I feel like I am truly one of the guys when we're just discussing what the fuck our boss meant. Is he really a big fucking man when he can't do his job? When all the men he works with think he's a punk?

Where I'm at in my transition right now I still don't always get men to listen to me, like my coworkers in conversation, which at first I percieve as disrespect but then i need to consider the men I'm with don't really listen to anyone. If my current boss, a man in his 40s who has witnessed so many deaths in his field and is physically stronger and smarter than all of them can't get them to listen, is it really a blow to the respect I command? And these guys also all feel insecure about being a man, except they haven't figured out basic shit that I have so they think raising their voices means people will listen. A lot of these guys get their asses handed to them by girls, they can't handle heartbreaks. They bring up being jealous about me doing things that I considered feminine, they wonder how I can haggle well, make funny jokes, talk to girls, keep everything clean, cook well, play poker well - these are all feminine skills, haha, the empathy and sensitivity required in the money world especially.

Focus on your humanity first, and use being a man and your desire to be a man, to magnify and shape your desires as a human being. Like you wanna be a man. What does that mean? You wanna be respected, command other men? You want to take control? You want to be dominant? You want to be skilled? What will it take to get to that point? And have a little fun, enjoy the process it takes to get there, in its kinky, humiliating, rancid chained-to-the-radiator glory.

#forcemasc #autoandrophilia

[silent-raven13]

It's Over!

"Fine, you know what! I'm done, Miles!" Hobie shouted at Miles on the roof top of a building in some New York City in another world on a mission with their Spider Band plus Miguel, Jess and Ben. They were fighting off three anomalies, some how the couple started to have a very heated argument. They took off their mask feeling the heat of their anger causing them to sweat.

"That's it Hobie! It's so fucking over. I'm done with you! I don't want this anymore." Miles practically in tears. Hurtful words were said, painfully regrettable words that felt like knives stabbing through their skin. Their anger took them over the edge instead of talking it out.

Well, it's not like this relationship was working for a while. Miles wipes his tears off knowing this was for the best. "I'm tired Hobie! I'm tired of trying an-and always waiting for you to fucking step up and be my man! I'm done. I don't want this anymore. It's not fair to me." He wipes his salty burning tears feeling the snot of his nose coming down on his upper lip. He sniffs to prevent it from touching his lips.

"Fine. I don't need this! I never wanted this! I just wanted us to have fun, this wasn't supposed to be serious!" Hobie shouted back feeling upset at himself and the way things are being left. He couldn't blamed Miles, the twenty year old wanted their relationship to be serious, more personal and he couldn't do that. He didn't want to risk heartbreak so, it's best to self destruct before things got to deep.

"MILES! HOBIE!" Miguel shouted over them as he claw one anomaly down while Jess caught it with a net. "Get your head in the game! We're on-" Miles snaps at Miguel, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE DEALING WITH SOME FUCKING SHIT! FOR ONCE NO PUEDES SER UN IDIOTA CONTROLADOR!"

Miguel blinks in surprised at Miles' loud out burst, he said nothing having to study the boy's face. He's hurting... Hobie merely sucked his teeth, "Pfft, there's nothing else to say, mate. It's fucking over. Whatever," Hobie began walking away to the edge of the building to jump off and help Gwen, "Anyway, see ya later, mate. Hopefully, we can stay friends." He jumps off the building to avoid the hurtful pain of Miles' face. This was hurting him too, he's just good at hiding it. He could only hear Miles' softly crying.

The twenty year old Spiderman stood unsure what to do! He felt so humiliated, so broken that he began breathing in an uneven pattern. "Morales..." Miguel's voice sounding concerned as he placed a hand on his shoulder, "Está bien. Desahogate."

The warm touched only made it worst the young hero. "I'm sorry." He softly cries, having to rub his arm needing to calm his nerves and pain. His heart broken into pieces, for the a man he thought would at least try to love him. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore, quickly running off into an open portal to leave. Go anywhere but here. He needed air.

"Miles, esperarte!" Hearing Miguel's voice behind him before the portal closed. He didn't need this right now.

~6 months later~

The tall black fit male got off a messy bed feeling a bit hungover, but not too much. He hears a soft snoring, then scowls as his hand rub his head feeling his hair strands coming out his braids. He sighs being a bit annoyed by his braids already messy because of his last night with his on and off fuck buddy.

"Hey, man. Wake up!" He's voice a bit hoarse from waking up, he tapped on his taller lover's back. "Hey yo! Not gonna ask again! Wake the fuck up, man!" This time he roughly shove his lover to wake up.

"Huh! Ugh, what?" The punker snap out of his drunken sleep feeling a slight headache around his temples, "Ugh, what time is it?"

"It's fucking eight in the morning, asshole." His lover snorted, "Come on, get up. You gotta go. I got shit to do."

"Pfft, you kicking' me out?" Hobie chuckles as he sat up to find Miles 42 putting on his boxers. "Ain't that lovely?"

"Whatever, man. You and I, both know this is all just to relieve stress. Nothing more." Miles 42 quickly grab his shirt to cover his chest, they were covered in hickeys. "Tsk, man! I told you to not fucking give me hickeys! Shit looks ugly."

"Does it matter?" Hobie asked as he sit up from the bed to turn to his side to reveal the deep scratches on his back. "I told you not to fucking scratch me, and lookie here?"

Miles 42 blushes for the moment then scoffs. "Pfft, whatever. You fucking deserve it the way you were licking my asshole." He stood over Hobie with his eyes narrowed, and lips puckered, "Shouldn't you go be Spiderman somewhere?"

"Nah! I'm fine. I'ma sleep a bit more then leave. You get going wherever you need to be at." Hobie yawns again before going back to sleep.

Miles 42 snorted, "Whatever, man. I'ma go get dressed and leave. Don't fucking take my joints! Last time, you left me with nothing!"

"I won't, luv." He lowly chuckles hearing Miles 42 walking out of the room to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, it was like this after his terrible break up with Miles. His Sunflower refused to look at him after that day. Hobie wanted to fix things after his anger... his terrible insults were washed over with panic and guilt.

In the end, the two had officially broken it off, his Miles had finally put his foot down, refusing to get back together. It's fair. Miles deserve someone better, Hobie knew this. He knew he couldn't be the man Miles wanted. Yet, fuck it still hurts.

It hurts so much to know his Sunflower avoided him no whatever what. If they were to stumble in the hallway back at HQ, the twenty one year old would quickly pass him by or turn the other way. At hang outs, Miles would cancelled or tell Gwen he won't go. It's fair.

Even on missions, Miles decided to separate himself from the Spider Band just to avoid the punker. "That hurt." He thought feeling his heart breaks. His Sunflower did whatever it takes to not be so involved with their friends group to avoid him. It's understandable, after all Hobie knew them longer.

Still their friends would awkwardly try to avoid bringing up Miles, so they would have a good time. Hobie still felt he lost part of his soulmate. He felt lonelier than before. "Fuck." He snuggle in his pillow smelling Miles 42 scent, hell they don't even have the same scent.

Miles 42 is drastically different from his Sunflower, however after a couple of drinks, that Miles becomes his Miles. The similarity in their faces is enough for him to sleep with him. It's easy to slow the pain with false fantasy.

Hobie slept for a bit more until his watch started beeping. "Ugh, looks like I'm needed." He got up just to get the day over with it. Putting on his clothes, and grabbing his treasured guitar on his back, he tapped his watch making a portal open.

-At Spidey Headquarters-

Hobie walks through the portal to find Gwen and Pav talking to Miles... his Miles. The young turned twenty one during their long six months of avoiding the punker, and looks so damn good.

Miles 1610 stood wearing a more high tech Spiderman suit with the same black and red color scheme, but with silver webbing designs around the sides and had a red V under his Spider logo. He's not wearing his mask showing his face glowing better than ever! His haircut changed from his densely afro cute to a high-top dreadlock fade. This is a new switch.

Hobie squint his eyes noticing Miles ended up with a septum nose piercing that is gold with a small gem on it. His left eyebrow have two slits. He did some sort of change through their silence.

"Oh hey, Hobie." Pav spotted him to say hello.

Gwen turns to him with a smile, he didn't care for it. He wanted to see Miles reaction, he thought he would avoid him. Instead, Miles turns to him with a soft smile and small wave.

"Hey, Hobie." He soft said. It melted his heart to hear him again. Those beautiful doe eyes that shine like precious Topaz, those full pouty lips begging for a kiss, and radiant glow on his freckled cheeks. Just seeing him, again brought back feelings he tries to get over with.

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie finally said in a calm voice.

Miles merely pouted at the nickname and softly said, "You don't have to call me that." Gwen and Pav became unease as they felt this might cause problems.

"Heh, right." That hurts... then Hobie being stubborn as always, "We're friends, so I can still call you, Sunflower."

"I guess." Miles shrugs it off. "I mean, that's fair, man."

"So! What are we standing here?" Pav jumps to wrap his arms around the two's shoulders on each side, "What are we doing here? Didn't Lyla called us for a mission! Come on, the Spider Band back together again!"

"Yeah, I really want to see how that suit works, Miles!" Gwen said happily, "I can't believe Miguel let you wear the first prototype!"

"Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself, "Since when they got close."

Miles chuckles, "Yeah, I had to do a lot of crazy missions to get his approval. I was against Araña, and she really wanted to try it out."

"Ohh, I know she must be pissed." Pav giggles as the gang walk to Miguel's office.

Hobie merely stayed quiet as he watches Miles from behind, and his rear. It's looking mighty nice, seems like he's working out more often than before.

During the mission, Hobie had certain speculation that Miguel and Miles had a thing going on. Why? Well, in Miguel's office, the older Spider-man had his eyes on Miles, and would often place his hand on the twenty one year old's nape of his shoulder. It could be for reassurance and the punker's jealousy, but he knowns the signs.

He saw the way Miles gave Miguel a small smile with a nod then the leader would go back explaining about the mission's plan. When the gang was about to leave into the portal, Miguel stop Miles and asked something. Hobie couldn't catch it, he already went into the other world, then Miles follow.

During the mission, Hobie worked with Gwen and casually asked if anything was going on with Miles and Miguel. Gwen burst out laughing and scoff with "Your jealous, Hobie. Come on, them two? That's crazy!" She too didn't believe in them being together.

Hobie on the other hand knows they are. He can tell the way Miguel care for Miles, the small touches, and always asking if he's okay. It's not that hard to miss. His heart aches when he sees his Sunflower smiling brightly whenever Miguel comes to him, that smile use to belong to him, him only. To be admire and cherished by the punker.

"Shit." There goes those feelings again. He could feel anxiety and panic spiking in him, the regrets he did in their relationship. Now, all chances are gone and his Miles is running towards another man's arm- not just any man, Miguel's.

That's the worst! Hobie would be slightly fine with anyone- Hell even Ben would be okay on his book, but MIGUEL? Something about that controlling are made his blood boil, now it's worst when it's his Miles, his soul mate being in that man's arms. It irks him to the core. No, he needs to talk to Miles, there has to be a way to fix this. He didn't want this.

After their successful mission, the Spider gang decided to have lunch as a way to celebrate. Hobie saw Gwen and Pav heading to the cafeteria, but the punker stood behind to see Miguel taking Miles' hand back and softly asked, "Estás bien, Morales?" He hide behind the doorway to listen to them.

"Sí, Miguel. I'm fine." Miles nodded with a slight chuckles, as he felt Miguel's hand on his waist then on his shoulders.

"How's the suit? Lyla said it started to malfunction around your sides?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I think it's not good at absorbing my energy... I think I got bruises? If it's okay. I can come back after lunch? Quieres que te traiga algo? Puedo conseguirte empanada y refresco."

"Sí, por favor," Miguel said with a soft kind smile that Hobie never seen before, "Take your time. I know you want to be with your friends." His hand gently caressing Miles' right shoulder.

Hobie clenched his fist in anger. So that's it. Miles is with Miguel. He quickly walk in the cafeteria being so upset. "Whoa, what's with you?" Gwen said, having to order McDonalds.

"Nothing..." Hobie mutters.

Sooner Miles came to order some food for him and Miguel. He looked chipper, "Miles, are you gonna join us?" Pav asked while he eats his lunch.

"A little bit. I promise Miguel to get his lunch." Miles said holding a bag of their take out. "I don't want him to eat alone."

Hobie slams his drink on the table, "So, is this what your doing now, Miles?"

Gwen and Pav quickly turns their heads being in shock by their friend. Miles didn't show any emotions, just a frown. "What are you talking about, man?" He asked in a serious tone, this time they could see anger building up.

"You and Miguel or you think I'm a dimwit, eh?" He began as he sat up from his seat, "I saw the way you two look at each other- by the way, fucking pathetic for an old man like him to be with someone that could be his child's age!"

"HOBIE!" Pav hissed in shock. Some of the spider-heroes listened on the drama around them. "Dude we're in public!"

Gwen scowls, "Dude, that's not okay! Stop it. I told you, him and Miles aren't a thing."

"No, let him think that! Because he always did when we dated, but that's what cheaters do huh! They blame everyone else but themselves." Miles snaps at his ex-boyfriend. "You think I didn't know about you and Miles 42?"

That caught the punker off guard. "Nothing happened." He lied.

"Oh please, I know you and him had it going on! Not to mention, you slept around with whatever groupies you got with. So put those insecurities to rest! I'm trying to be a team player now." Miles fumes, "You know, what I'm not dealing with this. Talk to me when you got nothing to say about me and Miguel."

"No. No! You don't get to leave and go to him!" Hobie slam his hands on the table causing a scene then getting up to face Miles, "You knew, I despised that bloke and there you go running to him! Why? I always knew you would go to him!"

"No, you used that as an excuse to cheat on me! It's not my fault you weren't ready to in a serious relationship!"

"I told you before that I never believe in them! You think loving you would be enough!" Hobie shouted out loud.

"YES!" Miles shouted back causing the two to stare with their eyes widen. Then his voice went soft almost hurt, "I loved you, Hobie. And maybe it was stupid of me to hope you would see that and give us a chance... but I was wrong."

Hobie stood with his hand clenching into a fist. "It is stupid of you to think that." He finally said in a low voice, he could've been honest right here. Confesses his love, admit to him that he wanted to be with him, but no. He couldn't. He didn't deserve Miles... after all the pain they went through.

No, he needs to end it. He can't risk another painful heartbreak, and disappointment like his crap life always treated him.

"I never loved you enough." Lies.

Miles stood with wide eyes. Pav cover his mouth with a small gasp.

"I never wanted us to be together." Another lie.

Miles eyes began to water. Gwen quickly went over to hug Miles, she glared at Hobie. "That's enough, Hobie!"

"I always thought what we had was an open relationship. All fun, nothing serious..." Another painful lie, he just need to cut the rope.

"Hobie, no! You loved Miles!" Pav said as he got up to comfort Miles, the young Spiderman already having tears running down his cheek.

"No, I never did! All that was lies... I just wanted to have fun." Hobie casually shrugs.

His friend glaring at him, while Miles weeps in their arms. This hurts way too much. He knows what he did can never be forgiven, his heart is shattering too. Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, "Hey," knowing that damn voice anywhere, Hobie turns over his left shoulder to find Miguel standing behind him looking very pissed up, "that's enough, Brown."

"Tsk, whatever." Hobie scowls at him, "I bet you like him like this, because you can take advantage of the lad."

Miguel said, "Don't you think you done enough?" His hand from Hobie's shoulder left to aim at a crying Miles, "Does that make you feel any better? Eres una persona terrible si así lo crees."

Hobie shrugs before taking his leave, "You can have him! I'm done. I don't care no more. He's always looking at you than me, so does it matter?"

No, they were lies. Miles loved Hobie more than anything in the world. He was one of the most loyalest and faithful partners, he had ever had.

In the end, Hobie left his friends, Miles and Miguel without another word. Miguel went over to check on the twenty one year old to see if he was okay.

"Hey, it's okay, kid." Miles hugs the leader of Spider Society for comfort, feeling so broken. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, he thought they could find a way to deal with each other.

Miguel's hand gently stroke Miles' back seeing how Gwen and Pav were looking at them a bit rather odd. No surprised, Miguel was never a gentle Spiderman like Peter.

Well, all the matters is that Miles is okay. That's his main concerned at this moment. "Look, let's go eat lunch in my office and you can talk to me about," His voice low for Miles to hear.

"Okay." Miles wipes his tears feeling embarrassed. He turned to his friends, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Gwen looks at Miguel, "Can we join?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Miguel said, "He needs people close to him." He just wanted the kid to be alright. Heartbreak is never easy, he will be honest about that.

Hobie came back into Miles 42's apartment drunk and tired. "Man, what the fuck are you doing in here?" Miles 24 scowled.

"Shut up, and kiss me." He slurred his words, "I had a shitty day."

"Pfft, since when you don't, man!" Miles 42 rolled his eyes then went over to roughly kiss Hobie, he felt his hands trying to pull down his jeans. "Hey, chill! Your drunk."

"Pfft, so! I need you right now! Shit..." Hobie touches his cheeks feeling his own tears coming down his face, "Fuck... I just saw my ex with that arse."

"Miguel? The big guy? Really, those two- damn." Miles 42 nodded knowing the large guy is pretty handsome, then saw Hobie looking down. "Ugh, come here, dumbass. This shit will go away." Being a softy, he made Hobie sleep on his bed.

"Thanks, luv. You really get me." Hobie mutters as he felt Miles 42's hand on his cheek.

"Pfft, I'm only doing this so you won't throw up on my shit!" He said out loud, then saw Hobie sleeping away. Man, this turns out to be one big mess.

Hobie merely mutters, "Sunflower..."

"I'm not him." Miles 42 rolled his eyes then leaves over to kiss Hobie's cheek. Fuck it, let's pretend for now.

(What do we think? Pure heartbreak)

(Part 2)

#punkflower #flowerpunk #miles morales #hobie brown #spider verse #spiderman #across the spider verse #spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse

[zoe-oneesama]

what is your opinion about this episode?

What, Troublemaker? Hm, off the top of my head it's an episode of Missed Opportunity and Unfair Writer Intervention for the Sake of Humiliating the Main Character Unnecessarily.

Penny gets akumatized in "Troublemaker" because she's stretched too thin. She takes on too many responsibilities to the point that the people around her are completely dependent on her and she takes on more duties than she needs to and it overwhelms her.

Hm, sounds a lot like aNOTHER character we know quite well.

Marinette, it's Marinette.

This could've been a good episode to teach Marinette that she needs to find a work/life balance by showing her how it can be detrimental to your own mental health. By having Penny be akumatized over the same thing Marinette often puts herself through (double booking herself, offering up extras like race banners for events that don't need them, making the smoothness of events entirely her own responsibility when it's not) could've made Marinette look at how she handles these things and make changes so she won't be overwhelmed.

They could've changed the ending so that instead of Jagged declaring how much he needed Penny, which was part of the problem, he could've offered some way to HELP Penny - hiring an assistant for her to help her, giving her time off every once in a while, reflecting on his own "demands" (he wanted to eat breakfast off the back of Polar Bear at the start of this episode, maybe he should think about how unnecessary that is?!). It could've shown Marinette that it's okay to ask for help too, maybe reach out to her parents or Alya or Fu (at this point).

But no, we can't do that. If we taught Marinette to have an actual balance over her civilian life and superhero life, we can't have her stuck in awkward situations because she forgot something she promised to do or superheroing pushed all her responsibilities to be due on the same day! And where's the fun in giving Marinette an easier time?

SPEAKING of not giving Marinette an easier time, how about we talk about the fact that her Adrien photos duplicated themselves to cover 5x more of her bedroom just so it would be that much more embarrassing to be shown on live tv? Why was that necessary? She already has his photos up, has a homemade computer screen background of Adrien with hearts on it. Jagged only needed ONE of those things to be just as embarrassing, there is no reason to add photos like wallpaper all over her room or hide them under her...mattress?? And chaise lounge?

Like, is that funny? Did people think it was funny when it came out?

And it amounted to nothing. She was so embarrassed (seriously I would DIE if that were me) and no one teased her, she wasn't bullied by Chloe, and Adrien still thinks she doesn't have feelings for him because after being exposed all over Paris in the most shame inducing way he thought it was a good idea to corner her and try to "confirm" whether or not she had feelings for him and in her panic she lied.

Because what was the show going to do, have her confirm it with only 2 minutes of the episode left? Please.

So now we miss out on Adrien being on the same level as Ladybug, having just realized in Season 2 that Marinette/Chat Noir has feelings for them and navigating their friendships with that new knowledge. Balance? In this show? We don't know her!

It's just so frustrating from a writing perspective that this could've been such a good episode for Marinette to learn a lesson she actually NEEDED, that is applicable to MANY people irl who overwork themselves because they want to be helpful, but the writers made it about the Love Square (big shocker there) and then didn't even do anything interesting with that. They needlessly escalate Marinette's picture collection just to shame her for being in love with the person the writer's WANT her to end up with and then write it off as not a big deal.

The fact that Penny was akumatized instead of Marinette told me everything I needed about where Marinette places in the importance of things tbh.

#ml salt #writing salt #troublemaker salt #troublemaker #ask zoe #an essay by zoe

[griefabyss69]

For the Drabble request- rockstar eddie based loosely on the song city of angels by Demi Lovato ;))

There was no way this was going to fit in under 1K!!! Based on the song and on the whole ass universe we've cooked up <3

[Drabble request series on ao3]

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2.8K words - Steddie - Rated: E

Contains: Exhibitionism, humiliation (he's into it), public sex, sex on stage, audience participation (verbal)

I'd say this requires a general suspension of disbelief LMAO, just have fun!

Eddie fucking loves to perform, whether it was back during his humble beginnings at shitty dive bars or on a big stage with Lights, Cameras, and recently, plenty of Action.

He didn't think he'd ever be performing like this in particular, but the life he's lived has never ever gone the way he used to imagine it, each year bringing something newer and wilder and usually a hell of a lot scarier than he planned.

So when he and Steve finally get their shit together, when Steve starts to get more and more daring as he uses his puppy dog eyes and his beautiful mouth to sweet talk him into doing crazy shit like wear a plug onstage, or to get him rock hard through his tight pants before kissing his cheek and shoving him out on stage, he just rolls with it.

It's fine, he can deal with the embarrassment of some people knowing, putting two and two together – tabloids and paparazzi photos turning into interviews where he and Steve get to tell the truth and control their narrative a little – that when Eddie starts off the night already red faced and sweaty and oh, hard enough to cut glass, it's Steve's fault.

The reception they've been getting has been warm enough that Steve gets bolder with every show this tour, and finally one day all of their previous discussions of him coming out to say hi to the audience come to fruition – Steve not only kisses him in front of the cheering crowd, but grabs his ass too, fingers pressing against the seam of his jeans to see if he can push on the plug inside of him.

Eddie has to pull the mic away from their faces so he can moan into Steve's mouth without thousands of people hearing it.

After that, the audience reception is, well, hot.

Steve loves to take the mic, rile them up, get them chanting for him to touch Eddie or tell them an edited but super dirty story about what they've been up to, and despite how legitimately embarrassing this all can get, it has Eddie more horny and in love than ever.

One night during the LA leg of their tour, Steve's not actually around that much as Eddie and the guys prepare for their set. He sees him whisper in the guy's ears and sees everyone exchange nods before he runs off again, making a phone call or talking to security or to the cameramen.

He can't lie, it has him on edge, considering every other time Steve's been up to something it's always been an escalation of their little game.

And you know what, call him paranoid, but he was right! He usually loves being right, but when Steve cups a hand to his ear to signal the audience during the band's intermission, Grant tooling around on his guitar to give the crowd something to listen besides Steve asking "What was that?" into the mic, he gets a feeling that this is going to be one of those nights that changes his life forever.

The audience yells a lot of things. Steve hadn't actually prompted them with a chant yet, but he just laughs into the microphone, slotting his eyes over to Eddie who's still panting from the screaming backup vocals of their last song, the beaming smirk on his face filling him with dread and the kind of lust that would have the devil on his knees -

He says, his eye contact sharper than his teeth -

"You want me to fuck him?"

The audience explodes into a wall of sound and Eddie feels just a little dizzy, his ribs crushing his lungs even as his ass clenches around the plug Steve asked him to put in earlier.

"Hmm…" He says, drawing it out in a tease. "I mean, I did ask the staff if I could, do you know what they said?"

The incoherent answer from the audience is drowned out by the pounding of Eddie's heart in his ears, as he's stuck there, frozen, hands getting clammy against his guitar.

"That's right, they said as long as you all behave – you know, follow the rules, tip your bartenders handsomely, and take lots of pictures – then I'm allowed to!"

Eddie knows he should start breathing or running or begging or something, but the part of him that loves to stew in his own humiliation has his feet bolted down to the floor, desperate to find out if this will be anything like the fantasies he'd seduced Steve with back in the day.

"You motherfucker," he croaks out, the sound lost before it even gets past his lips.

Steve laughs, throwing his head back in something like pure joy before he stalks over to him, raising his eyebrows, the twitch of them so familiar that Eddie can tell that he's serious about the whole thing, realizes that this is why he was whispering to his band mates earlier.

After that, things happen fast.

Steve drags Eddie to the center of the stage, a few feet away from the edge, stage lights bright and focused on them as he takes Eddie's guitar and hands it to one of the guys. Eddie knows he's got a stupid look on his face right now, not able to play off this off as the usual slutty shit he does for the performance, wondering if it's worse that he's in front of all of these people, or in front of cameras that are going to capture this on fucking tape.

His dick is throbbing.

Fingers move his hair out of the way so Steve can whisper in his ear, his teeth grazing the shell just to pull a shiver out of him, and he can barely hear him telling him that if he wants to stop he just has to say the magic words.

Eddie reaches back and grabs Steve's thigh, squeezing it once. He understands, and despite how the feels exactly like a cold-sweat nightmare, he's into it. Of course he's fucking into it.

It's like he blinks and his pants are down to his thighs, his dick springing up to slap his stomach and he can feel the cheering from the audience, buzzing through his skin. He has to swallow a moan already, finally finding enough air to make noise, unable to ignore the fact that he's exposed even as Steve's easing the plug out of his ass. He goes to cover himself with his hands but Steve's there already, pulling his arms behind his back to tie his wrists together.

It was never really like this, when he imagined it.

Maybe he'd thought Steve would just tug the back of his pants down and slide in, let him grind into his own hand or maybe even his guitar, but that was fucking stupid, he knows Steve doesn't do things halfway. Hell, he's surprised he didn't strip him off completely, the thought making him shudder and tilt his head back against Steve's shoulder.

Steve grabs the mic stand beside them to tip it in close, voice rough and deep and Eddie can tell that this is also one of his wildest fantasies.

"Should I turn him around for you?"

Eddie lifts his head to gape at him, shaking his head. Steve winks at the audience and presses a kiss to Eddie's cheek, smacking his ass lightly.

The audience starts chanting "Show us!" and Steve loves to give them what they want, and so Eddie finds himself facing the back of the stage while Steve gets an elbow over his spine and makes him bend, fingers digging into his ass cheeks as he spreads him open for everyone.

He could cum just from this, he thinks, face burning. Sweat drips off of the end of his nose and he watches it hit the floor. Despite the heat of the lights, the air in the venue is cool against his ass, making it hard to focus on anything else.

Steve's fingers tease at him and sink in, making sure he's all nice and lubed up and stretched out for him. The moan that it pushes out of him is loud enough the microphone picks it up, just audible over all of the cheering.

His dick is leaking on the floor by now, joining the sweat drops, and Steve's pulling him back upright and turning him back around before he can really feel sorry about the mess they're making.

"Alright, I hope you enjoyed that," Steve's saying. "The guys are gonna play a nice song for us, right Jeff?"

Eddie hears Jeff laugh into his mic and he squeezes his eyes shut, wondering how much of this they all planned behind his back.

"Of course we are! Though, gotta say," Jeff says, and Eddie can hear his smirk. "We've never done music for gay porn before. Eddie, you good to sing on backup for this?"

What?

Eddie looks up at him, about to shake his head but Steve plants the mic stand in front of him and he wants to melt like ice cream down into the floor.

"Of course he is," Steve murmurs into the microphone over Eddie's shoulder. "You all should hear it, he moans in key."

There's a hand on his hip, Steve's dick at his ass, his teeth on his neck, and then -

Steve bites as he sinks into him, already pulling a rough sound out of his chest as the band starts to play a song that Eddie usually has a sick solo in, and he misses his guitar for a moment before he kind of forgets about it. Steve's hand is firm around the base of his dick and he doesn't bother easing him into things, just starts thrusting hard and fast like Eddie's the instrument, matching the explosive intro of the song.

Any plan he had to control what comes out of his mouth has flown off like a paper airplane on the wind at this point, Steve's mouth and his hands and his dick taking him apart so seamlessly that he wonders if his moans are drowning out the lead vocals or not. Surely the sound guy is in on all of this, will figure out how to mix them so it doesn't sound bad.

"Stop thinking," Steve murmurs in his ear before biting it.

Yeah, thinking. He's thinking.

"Open your eyes, look how many people are watching," he says, and Eddie wishes he had something to bite on just to help the tension that's got him feeling like he's going to burst right out of his skin.

He does what he's told though, cracking his eyes open against the bright lights to try to look past them, seeing the glint of the professional cameras and a vague sea of people, including a pit full of people dedicated to moshing even though Eddie's getting fucked like ten feet away from them.

"Alright Eddie, use your manners," Steve's saying into the mic, voice breathy as he keeps thrusting, lighting him up hotter and hotter each time his hips slap into him.

Eddie bites his lip, shaking his head. He's almost there, but until then he's not about to beg in front of everyone. This is humiliating enough, something he's going to be thinking about like a brand directly in the back of his mind for maybe forever.

"No, you don't want to? Everyone's being so well behaved and you want to be rude to them?"

"No, fuck," Eddie moans, squeezing his eyes shut. A little more.

"Then be nice, babe," Steve says, huffing a laugh against the side of his face.

He kisses his cheek again as he tightens the hand on Eddie's dick.

"Fuck, sorry," Eddie gasps, tugging at whatever's tying his wrists together. "Please, Steve."

"Please what? And I'm not who you have to beg…"

Eddie can feel his grin against his skin, teeth pressing into him.

"Please, let me," he swallows, tries to catch his breath, skin flashing hotter than ever. "Let me cum."

Steve groans, pounding into him faster. The drag of his dick inside of him has lightning curling up his spine, his lower back starting to feel more like a pool of endorphins rather than an amalgamation of tissue and bone.

"Should we let him cum?" He asks into the microphone, and the wall shaking noise from the audience seems like a yes to Eddie. He laughs. "I don't know, I'm just not sure? What do you think Eddie?"

"Fuck," he gasps, arms shaking where he's fighting to get them loose. "Please, c'mon, I'm going to-"

He cuts himself off but the audience gets the idea, starts up another chant.

"Let him cum!" Is going to ring in Eddie's ears for eternity.

He thinks that's a clear enough answer as he tries to grind into Steve's hand.

Must be to Steve too, because he loosens his grip enough to start stroking him, fist getting soaked as soon as it reaches the tip, the wet slide of it enough to send him over the edge before he can even make a sound.

Hot cum splatters over his chest as his spine arches back against Steve, feeling his fingers press hard into his hip and then more hot cum is shooting into him, pulling a reedy sound out of his throat as he pants for air. It's so good that he forgets about the humiliation for a moment, nothing but him and Steve and the band and thousands of people all frozen in the half minute it takes Steve to make him shatter apart against him.

Between the stars in his eyes and the lights and the way he's struggling to keep his eyes open, he has to give up on finding which way gravity goes so he can stand up and start dealing with… everything they just did. He buries his face in Steve's neck as best as he can and finds a good spot to bite him, hard, before backing off a little.

Steve gasps, still sounding rough and slutty, his dick twitching in Eddie's ass before he starts gently pulling out.

"Yeah, you loved that, didn't you?" He asks, and Eddie isn't sure if that's for him or the audience.

He just mumbles a "yes" into his shoulder while Steve works the plug back into him, trapping his cum in there. It feels good, despite the pounding he just took, despite how Steve gets him to brace himself on his shoulder while he pulls his pants back up, despite the beaming of the stage lights and how everyone's learned what he looks like when he cums.

Steve doesn't tuck his dick back in, just lets it hang out of his open fly, and Eddie bites his lip against a whimper, looking for the knots on his wrists. He's still not fully soft, the cool air and the cameras pointed at him keeping him worked up enough that he's still twitching.

"Be patient, babe. It's not like you're showing them anything new," Steve says, laughing as he brings his fingers to Eddie's mouth.

He sighs, shooting him a glare before opening up, letting Steve play with his tongue before he cleans them off.

Steve gives him a few minutes, gets a bottle of water from somewhere – one of the guys probably – and presses it to his bottom lip, letting him drink until he's finished with it and then dumps it over him, cooling him down.

He can't help but laugh, even as the cold water feels like a shock through his shirt and on his poor dick, making him finally start to get soft.

"Alright Eddie, what do we say to the rest of the band?" Steve asks, bringing the mic to his mouth.

Jesus Christ. Is he not satisfied yet?

"Um, thanks guys. Sorry my boyfriend is power hungry. Hope my uh, singing? Was good," he says, trying to sound like he doesn't want to shrivel up in embarrassment.

Steve laughs, hugging him from behind.

"And what do we say to the audience?"

Eddie tries to glare back at him, and then glares at the audience.

"You're welcome," he says, and Steve smacks his ass.

"That's what they should be saying," he says, holding the mic in front of Eddie's mouth until he gives in.

"Fine," he sighs, unable to keep the smile from creeping onto his face. "Thanks for putting up with all of this. Hope you liked it?"

The audience roars and Steve unties him, finally satisfied. He uses clumsy fingers to put himself back together, his dick safely back in his pants as he heads on shaky legs over to where his Sweetheart rests in it's stand, picking her up and slinging her strap over his shoulder.

"Alright, see you at the next show!" Steve yells before putting the mic stand back where it belongs, waving to the crowd as they cheer him off stage, blowing a kiss to everyone in the band as they start in on the second half of their set.

Yeah, Eddie doesn't think he could've imagined his life going in this direction.

#griefabyss69 writing #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #drabble requests

[zorosmalewife]

Chain Reaction Notes - Chapter 12

Please remember that this is an unposted chapter! The third one, in fact. Missed the other notes? Find them here: 10 - 11.

Structure:

Theme of the chapter

List of scenes, each of which contain:

scene number as depicted in the outlines from my update posts on this tumblr - POV character - one line summary of the concept - (time left until they return to Sabaody) (how long Ace and Zoro have been together) - list of relevant variables, details, etc

Title of chapter

Theme: trust + connection. showing others the most vulnerable parts of yourself

12 - ZORO - The Bath(tm) (1 year 4.75 months left) (together 5.75 months) - Ace almost namedrops sabo but cuts it off <- setup for later convo - Zoro won't pry but he is starting to wonder... he wants to be told - Zoro "feeling a little bit in love" - "Zoro hates seeing Ace deny himself something he clearly wants so badly. More than he wants to know him, more than he wants to be trusted, he wants Ace to stop hurting." - Ace: "I trust you more than I'm afraid of what the water will do to me." - Ace saying Zoro is too good for him. Zoro thinks it's the opposite but won't argue - Ace crying. Zoro reflecting on having to be to be taught how to deal w/ tears, how to give each person what they want, but not with Ace. Zoro can't help but hold him close. - Zoro finally seeing Ace's internal darkness + acknowledging it - Zoro "wants to love Ace from the inside out"

12.5 - ZORO - spar w/ Mihawk. Mihawk tells Zoro to go eat - Mihawk showing fatherly concern again

[NOTE: 12.5 was cut from the final piece.]

13 - ZORO - piercings thing (1 year 3.75 months left) (together 6.75 months) - Zoro w/ his head in Perona's lap. States that she's always touching him and he doesn't bother getting upset about it. (He doesn't mind.) Last time her ever thinks to complain about her being touchy - trio behavior. Ace clearly fond of Perona - Zoro says she can leave whenever she wants. it hurts him to think about, though. she's confused, bc she always assumed she's stay @ least as long as they did. Ace says good! You should! and she's like :3 - Zoro off handedly thinks that Ace has never mentioned his mother

13.5 - ZORO - roronoa your nipples. (1 year 3.75 months left) (together 6.75 months) - says Mihawk likes to stalk around the castle w/ his eyes closed - "What is he, Zoro's goddamn dad? // Oh, shit. He's Zoro's goddamn dad." - Mihawk both embarrassed and judgy (humiliated by his own dad-ness but unwilling to back down) - Zoro thinking he's going to miss this when they leave

14 - ZORO - drunk convo. kuina + sabo (1 year 2.75 months left) (together 7.75 months) - habit of drinking in order to help them open up - openness isn't easy, but it's not difficult either - Ace cries during Zoro's story about Kuina - choosing to share true vulnerabilities - that which could hurt not the body, but the heart - "Zoro wonders if this is what love feels like. He can't be sure."

Title: cracking open your own ribcage

#chain reaction by zorosmalewife

[driftwithme]

Where is my not romantic fic where Chuck and Mako join the recruitment at the same time just to find out Raleigh fucking Becket is one of their trainers.

Maybe Yancy got hurt earlier but didn't die and Raleigh got stuck on ground until they both recovered enough to pilot again??? Idk. Or maybe things were pretty good at that point and given the Becket success rate they were invited to take a brake and help train the new cadets, to pass along the experience to the future Mark-5 pilots.

In my mind it happens around 2019. Striker construction got delayed and Scott is not a criminal (or an asshole), so he's still piloting Lucky Seven with Herc. Chuck doesn't have to join at freaking 16 years old and Mako is there to play the rival part, simply because I'd enjoy greatly seeing their competitive sides fire up each other while Raleigh tries and fails to figure out what's going on.

Yancy is 24 years old, Raleigh is 21yo, Mako and Chuck are both 16yo but they'd graduate almoat with 17yo. Thry are the youngest duo to graduate at the Academy, beating Raleigh old record.

Now, 'cause I love the drama: Raleigh is there working with the Jaeger Assault Specialist instructor. In this scenario let's believe that the instructor saw the way the Beckets used improvisation to surprise attack the kaijus and convinced Pentecost to teach that too to the cadets. Somehow it worked. Pentecost is not very happy (he's pretty sure he'll have to deal with way more insubordination in the near future), but he can't deny the stats and maybe MAYBE feeling the way of the cadets in their hands would help the Beckets grow up and get their shit together.

He is both regretting it with all his will and thankful those fuckers did their job right as he watches Raleigh and Mako fall down from the sky after killing Otachi, but we're 6 years too fast.

Back at Jaeger Assault classes.

The thing is that both Mako and Chuck are kinda geniuses at that. Even from their first simulation. They were the only two to kill the respective kaiju in their first simulation. This is because 1) at this point they the rivalry is intense, 2) they're both nerds that spend the previous week watching jaeger fight videos to study the kaijus, 3) they grew up around three of the best pilots in the program.

Raleigh doesn't know any of it, of course. He hasn't meet Herc yet (Manila happens later in 2020 in this fic) and he has no way to know about Stacker history with Mako. Buuuut our loved Raleigh is a bit too blunt at this point in time, so he congratulates them, not without warning them about how that first win meant nothing in real life. So what if they are a bit ahead of the rest? Things would even out in no time. With a real kaiju you have no footage to study, no way to predict the movements of an algorithm. Impressive, but it's just the first day.

He doesn't say it in a mean way, of course. The accident that hurt Yancy changed his perception. He doesn't want the kids to get cocky like him and commit his same mistake. The instructor is actually very happy to see him talk like that and reinforces what he just said. The problem with this? He accidentally humiliated Mako and Chuck in front of the other cadets. Mako is upset and determined to prove is not only theory, but real skill and great decision making from her part. Chuck is another story; Raleigh is his enemy and he must destroy him. Aka he wants to humiliate Raleigh back and prove he is superior than any past pilot.

Bonus points is Raleigh is hella charming and equally soft in his puppy way, not at all the bragging rockstar everyone was expecting. Like yes, there's a bit of that, but he also sits with the cadets and answers their questions and makes them laugh. He tells them some embarrassing stories of him and Yancy to show them how even the active rangers have to deal with normal stuff. When he talks 'bout other pilots, he is respectuful yet sincere. He is a terrible flirt but so endearing. And he is handsome handsome, okay?

It's not a romantic fic so it leads nowhere, but Mako and Chuck have a bit starstruck even if they hate the man a little. Actually they both like Yancy the better as a friend or co-worker because he is a bit more mature. Whenever he visits Chuck and Mako almost glow with mischief. They love when Yancy makes his brother look childish, when he corrects him or makes him blush of embarrassment too.

If only Raleigh wouldn't laugh like an angel afterwards so they could enjoy their victory in peace.

Raleigh is not there for their final simulation or their graduation because Manila happens. Yancy is healthy, G. Danger is repaired and Raleigh is excited to show off all he learned training with the cadets. Scott gets badly hurt, enough to end his career, but he's alive. The Beckets made it again, Herc is grateful to no ends and while Herc appears around the bar for a while to celebrate with the rest of the teams, they talk about the possibility of not repairing Lucky Seven and straight up going for Striker with Chuck as the co-pilot.

The Beckets don't return to Kodiak Island after that. They got back to Anchorage and after some months, face Knifehead. If Yancy dies, rhen well... The story could be almost the same except everyone has history now. Or maybe Mako convinces Raleigh to stay now that they are more like friends and he keeps teaching at the Academy as Mako leads the G. Danger restoration program.

If Yancy doesn't die but he can't pilot again, the. maybe Mako joins the fight sooner with Raleigh while Yancy teaches cadets. Now, if Yancy doesn't die and can pilot, and if we say Scott can pilot too, then maybe we can get Mako and Chuck co-pilots of Striker.

It all depends.

#pacific rim #pacrim #pacific rim 2013 #pacrim 2013 #raleigh becket #mako mori #chuck hansen #yancy becket

[noisytenant]

kids are subjected to various unspoken and often unjust power structures which govern our daily lives. oftentimes "misbehavior" comes from trying to feel out the actual rules and limits of life--orienting oneself in the world.

it's interesting to observe how kids that are often caught "acting out" will also take it upon themselves to enforce rules and social norms with other kids. despite trying to break the rules themselves, they're concerned with fairness and equality and are really sensitive to double standards.

just as there are imposed and arbitrary hierarchies, there are also situations where authority is a sensible and necessary privilege; adults (ideally) have the knowledge and experience to keep kids safe and teach them the things they don't know.

in particular, it is important to assess consequences and to scale strictness of enforcement with the severity of effects. we should respond differently whether someone pulls the fire alarm, runs in the street, says a swear word, or walks out of a straight line.

because they are are dealing with the uncertainty of determining what the rules are, if they're fair, and what the consequences are, many kids strive for the security of being at the top of the pecking order.

they emulate authority, but only understand it as saying, "do this! don't do that!" without understanding why certain rules exist and when they might be broken. they also can't easily distinguish just rules (like remembering to share) from unjust rules (like performing certain gender roles).

now, i'm thinking about this phenomenon in the context of socializing as an adult.

i think a lot of us online feel tempted to enforce social consequences for the crime of being "annoying"--immature, clumsy, or misguided--in public.

after all, many of us learned that seemingly innocuous social blundering would be punished in disproportionate and humiliating ways. rules (stated or unstated) might be just or unjust, but the hammer comes down just as hard all the same.

when we catch someone who has been on the earth as many (or more!) years as we have who still hasn't had the messy and naive parts beaten out of them, there's an impulse to enforce the social rules we've learned. it's almost a kindness to teach them "how things work around here", before someone bigger and meaner steps in. and it wouldn't be fair if i got punished and bullied for doing something embarrassing while this other person didn't!

...i am not a saint of nonjudgment; i can't help but assess my own behavior and others' against my running understanding of "the rules". i'm strongly affected by secondhand embarrassment, even if i mostly keep it to myself.

but the extremity of this judgment is precisely why i try to avoid taking it out on the people causing the strongest reactions in me. it's easy--reflexive--to screenshot someone and make fun of them, to call them names, to parody and mock them for a general audience. these are the ways that we express what we think someone should or should not do. but are these rules always in everyone's best interests? is the severity of the swift enforcement proportional with the actual consequences?

as adults, we are no longer beholden only to someone else's rules; we get to write our own, and justify and enforce them for ourselves.

with all this said--i really don't want to use the authority i have been granted through my life experience to belittle and suppress others. that isn't earned authority, that's the posturing of a child who's scrambling for stability in a confusing world. it's not something we can learn from.

it's embarrassing when i see someone bumbling, not having learned the rules as i did, but i think it's more embarrassing to choose to live my adult life only pretending i grew up.

most of us were punished, sometimes quite harshly, for the crime of not knowing any better. sometimes we were told the rules over and over but couldn't internalize them. we can't give ourselves what we don't have for others, and vice versa; i think we all deserve a little more patience and understanding.

in essence, of all the rules we learn and unlearn, i think "don't be immature or wrong in public" is one of the most common--and least useful. it's not serving anyone in the long term.

and we don't have to completely ignore wrongheaded behavior, but we can exercise the just authority of experience to guide, rather than the unjust authority of punishment and shame.

now that we are old enough not just to know the rules but to write them ourselves, let's make it a little easier to make mistakes and be clumsy sometimes, okay? ☀️🌱

#indexed post #long post / #Weekly 'be nice' posting. A reminder to myself as much as others #I feel like my urge is to format this with some color variation or italics or bold to emphasize certain points #but it feels somewhat... patronizing #especially because it is talking about childishness #If any Post Readers have thoughts on the matter feel free to suggest #Also hopefully this is clear but this is in the context of peer relationships. power complicates this #in other words Photomatt car hammer explosion memes are still kosher in my book lol

[bunchacrunchcake]

Why does sexuality have to suck so much.

There's so much morality and gender roles tied around it. And this weird element of game theory.

Men are expected to ask women out. Women are expected to give signals to men. Women do this because Men can be really scary. Men follow women home. They say sexual things to women that have already said they're married. This is the tamer side of how horrible and scary men can be. Also, because men have to ask women out, they are constantly doing it, and it really makes women want to engage with that even less. However on the flip side, women are human and still do want romantic partners. So if someone they're interested in is flirting with them in a way they like, it's a good thing.

It's this interaction that sucks. It's so confusing. You can almost never know if your advances are wanted or not. For every time where you're 100% sure the other person is flirting, there's like 10 similar times where they're not. And vice versa. There are so many times where you leave a situation and you're like oh my god they were giving the biggest signals!

This is why, as a kink friendly person I really prefer direct communication. No it's NOT romantic. It can be, but it takes some finesse to make direct communication flirty. And it's only as awkward as you make it. "Hi, I think you are attractive. I would like to go on a date if you're free." "Yes/no."

But it never actually works like that. The worst part is the look on someones face like "Oh my god gross is this person asking me out right now." And then the humiliation when they say no. There are so so many times where it can be cordial and you say oh well no problem it was nice meeting you! I hope the rest of your day is great. And then you leave. And it's not a big deal. But you can literally talk to two people in almost the same way and one will be flattered but not interested. And another will be horrified, disgusted, and or embarrassed.

Do I like asking people out? No it's a chore. It's embarrassing and people are embarrassed for you when they watch you do it. It also makes things super awkward. Like if you're convinced someone you know or interact with is interested in you and you ask them out, and they rebuke you, chances are, even if you don't feel awkward about it, they do, and it's "ruined things." Your workplace will be awkward. Or you can't go back to that store. Or whatever. Even if the interaction was legitimately "Hey are you flirting with me by any chance?" "No I am not." "Oh okay, no sweat, I couldn't tell."

I'm reasonably attractive and no one asks me out. It has literally happened to me two times. I remember them. I'm not feeling entitled to a galactic shift in social norms. It's just how things are.

And yes we can all get on dating apps. If I want to pay $20/month per app for enough swipes to get a few dates on a piece of software that is explicitly designed to addict me and lower my self esteem, sure. I can do that.

It just sucks. I don't know what else to say.

It sucks that we can't live in a world where if someone thinks you're cute there's a non invasive way to do it, that is explicit so both people are like yep/nope that happened, and that the aftermath of that really simple interaction isn't HOLY FUCK I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE DONE THIS.

It's fine if you don't want to date people you aren't attracted to! It's fine if you need to set boundaries with people who are being gross, scary, stalkery!

But like ugh. Hot men can honestly be really gross to women sometimes and it's welcomed. And non attractive men (to that woman) can be really normal and neutral and it's "gross and embarrassing".

I guess as an AMAB person, we should really work hard to unlearn a lot of toxic masculinity, teach consent, and learn how to be respectful and polite when engaging with people romantically. But like, it goes two directions. Please don't treat us like we're disgusting. Or at least start asking us out so we don't have to do all the heavy lifting. I'm really freaking tired of trying to figure out whether someone is giving out enough romantic signals that I should then go for the coin flip of asking them out that might result in them hating me forever.

I don't even know. Do I expect all 8 billion people on Earth to magically emotionally mature over night? No. I just want to rant about this so I can move on with my life and stop judging myself for other people's negative reactions to me when I'm doing my best to be a good person.

#196 #relationships #romance #dating #dating advice

[slowdiived]

just tell me i’m yours (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

WARNING FOR SEX FR! this one was cray to write! im excited for everything i have planned next, the story is gonna pick up fr! also just wanted to let you guys know that i pinned my masters list so you can read everything in order :) i also put a playlist for this series on there if you would like to listen, it’s definitely interesting 🤭

the screenshots of you naked circled everywhere. it wasn't a huge story to your delight, just big enough to piss you off. you felt so stupid, how could you be so stupid?

it boosted kurt's accounts, always answering questions about it and milking it for what it was worth. telling people that it was an accident and that you guys both feel weird about it. he wasn't trying to make you feel bad or make you look bad, he just knew if he was always addressing it, he could boost himself.

you tried to push through it, pretending to keep posting like nothing had happened. a few self deprecating tik toks and duets to people who showed their support for you. it was a fight, people saying that one shouldn't look if they respect you- or women for that matter, then another crowd saying it was on a public platform, so it should be public.

you just reported any account you could that had the pictures up.

you had also got fired from your job. it wasn't the worst thing to be away from that wretched store, just humiliating that you couldn't leave on your own terms. they didn't want you to tarnish the name and you just accepted your fate.

the good thing to come out of any of this: you got a brand deal from a sex toy company.

you told them that you wouldn't ever be naked on camera again but they wanted you to talk about the company and what they sell. you were slowly turning your situation into something where you could help women feel comfortable with their bodies and what they want. all while you are discovering that yourself.

the praise was getting bigger than the hate.

and the money you were raking in... you didn't need a part time job to get by.

it had strengthened parts of your relationship with kurt, you guys having a second honeymoon phase after the first was getting close to fizzing out. maybe it was your sense of false confidence, pretending that this was all going to be okay and you could turn it all into positives. maybe it was the fact that kurt was utterly enamored with you and everything you are.

conjoined at the hip, he never wanted to let go. this was the first time he had ever had an obsession with something that wasn't numbers or games. this was something that he hadn't fucked up yet and he didn't want to come close to fucking up.

if one's social media falls, they can pick up the pieces and do something bigger, bad or good. in a relationship, one can't do bad to make it come back. he had to be on his best behavior, he had to be as alert as he knew how to be. he needs to be in tune with your emotions the best he could, learning how to feel and how to cater. his level of comfort had to change and you made it easier, even if he was nervous.

he had already made his mom love you, excited her boy was changing. she embarrassed him the other night at a dinner when she explained how weird kurt was as a child, his accidents and faults. she told you about an accident he had as a kid where he was bed ridden for awhile, your heart breaking for him. you realized a lot about him and his family dynamics, why he would've been considered weird. why he was in such desperate need of someone or something to make him feel good.

after that night, your demeanor to him was so much more gentle than before.

"hey kurt?" you called to him from your bed.

he turned around from your desk where he was working on your laptop to edit this weeks vlog. it was a trip to joshua tree that you both had taken the previous week.

"yes?" he pulled his headphones down, his voice quiet.

"lay with me?" you asked with your arms stretched out.

he immediately put his headphones next to the laptop, standing up and falling onto the bed. he crawled over to you and placed his head on your abdomen, arms caging your lower half.

"don't have to ask me twice," he giggled into you.

you placed a hand in his slightly greasy hair, running your fingers into his scalp.

"i love you," he mumbled into your stomach.

"i love you."

he pulled up your shirt, kissing your skin gently. you giggled and tensed at the sensation, gripping his hair carefully. he left your skin crawling in such a good way, you could never get enough of his touch.

he then pulled up, crawling to your lips. he pressed his into you, kissing passionately. you wrapped your legs around his hovering torso.

he pulled away for air and pressed his forehead against yours, your lips a few centimeters away.

"how are y-you feeling?" he asked.

his breath fanned over your face, warm and minty from the gum he had spit out previously.

"better now that you're on top of me," you whispered, quickly pecking his lips. "why?"

he pressed his body weight into you, pulling his head up. he awkwardly shifted to straddle you and placed his hands on your ribs.

"i was just thinking a lot while editing," he looked down at his hands. "just wanted to make sure you are okay."

"i'm okay," you smiled. "are you feeling alright?"

he looked back up at you and his big dark doe eyes made you melt. you held onto both of his thighs, rubbing your hands along him.

"do you ever get sick of m-me?" he asked.

you frowned and immediately started sitting up against the wall behind you. that shifted him onto his knees while he continued to straddle you. your hands pressed against his warm cheeks.

"no," you shook your head. "not at all. why are you thinking that?"

he shrugged.

"i just don't want you to leave," he admitted. "i-i know you won't but like... i mess up a lot. like my mom said, i can be a lot. i mean i just d-don't want to mess this up also... do you get that?"

you pulled him in close, your lips threatening to spill against his.

"i need you," his eyes sunk into yours as you spoke. "i mess things up quickly and if i haven't managed to do that with you yet, i think we are meant to be something."

your lips collided with his, the both of you not being able to get enough of each other. twisting, turning, hands rubbing over anything you both could touch... this was leading to something you needed. his hands were pulling at your t-shirt, quickly pulling it off and reconnecting to him. he whined into you as your hands pressed against the tops of his thighs, grinding into him a bit. you started sitting up to lower him and he pulled away, his gaze full of pleas to you.

you pulled his shirt of his head, tossing it to god knows where. everything was fast but so sweet, his whimpers turning you into a disarray of lust. you bit his neck, your tongue gliding against his soft skin. he couldn't keep his mouth shut, gasping and moaning out. his hands were traveling your back, occasionally moving to squeeze your clothed ass. you moved down his chest, your lips pressing through chest hair down to his tummy, kisses placed ever so gently.

"i-i need you," he breathed out. "i need you s-so bad please."

you unhooked your bra and he pulled it off so aggressively, yanking you down to put a nipple in his mouth. you could feel yourself growing too wet, your thong probably letting everything escape into your leggings. your whimpers turned into full fledged moans, grinding down into your boy.

"you are doing so good for me," you praised him. "so good for your girl."

he pulled away with a pop, spit disconnecting. he tugged at your leggings and you turned over to pull them down. he had also yanked off his sweats and underwear, his member hitting his lower abdomen.

you straddled him again, this time sliding against his dick. you were so wet and he gasped at the feeling of your warmth.

"oh god," his head shot back as he grabbed your hips. "i want you to fuck the shit out of me. i want y-you to make your good b-boy come please."

his desperation was something else, he had such a fire in his eyes and veracity in his tone. you nodded, kissing his lips.

"i'll make you come five times over baby," you promised. "make sure you know that you are mine."

he cried out at the statement alone.

you grabbed him and lined him up to you, your breath shaky until you slowly descend onto him. he bucked his hips up by accident, the pleasure overtaking him. you cry out at the feeling of getting stretched so fast. he couldn't feel sorry, he was feeling so euphoric. you played along and slowly started bouncing yourself onto him. his fingers could've bruised your hips with his grip. his eyes were scrunched shut, lips parted to let out his slutty fucking moans.

"i can't wait for you to start crying baby," you hand your hands pressed to his chest for support. "make you moan my name over and over."

he groaned and you picked up the pace. the slapping sound was obscene, almost pornographic. he reached for your boobs and kneaded them harshly. you loved every inch of his scrunched up expression, he looked so handsome. you found yourself moaning louder and louder, grinding into him once your legs would get tired. he fell so deep into you, places that you weren’t so use to. you threw your head back and kept going, your clit brushing against the hair that sat atop of him.

“god, (y/n),” his hands traveled down to your waist, fingernails digging. “e-everything you do is so perfect, ugh… you are so beautiful. so fucking perfect.”

you could tell he forgot what he was going to say, your power bringing him to the mess you always liked to see. he started bucking up into you which signaled that he was close.

but you could feel a knot in your stomach that was getting tighter and butterflies raced to the top of your spine. your moans became so insane, surprised that you didn’t care about the neighbors hearing. your walls tightened around him.

“(y/n) i’m so close,” his head shot back again, arching his spine. “i can’t wait to come all in you, make you so p-proud!”

you lost it, your legs twitching and your body internally vibrating from your orgasm. you soon felt him groan loudly, his released shooting all in you. you slowed down the pace but was reluctant to pull yourself off. you both sat there for a minute, sweat being cooled to your skin. your hair was definitely stuck to your face and your vision was coming back to you as your eyes readjusted from being squeezed shut.

you pressed yourself onto his chest, your head resting next to his. he wrapped his arms around your frame.

“why do you think i would ever get sick of this?” you asked, chest still rising and falling at a rapid rate.

“i don’t know,” he whispered against your ear. “maybe you think i’m no good. i’ve changed your life a lot, m-maybe you don’t want to feel like you do anymore.”

you sat up, caging his head with both your arms. he moaned at the feeling of his cock being readjusted in you.

“it’s not your fault,” you sighed. “none of it is your fault. i messed up, blame it all on me.”

you kissed his forehead.

“besides, who else is gonna fuck you like i just did?” you laughed.

he shrugged and laughed as well. you took that as a chance to pull off of him, his release dripping out of you and onto his skin, hot and wet.

“fuck,” he moaned out, craning his neck to look at his spilled out mess.

you sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, your legs not ready to stand. as you tried, they shook which made you throw yourself back down.

“i need to clean up but i think my legs are dead,” you smirk.

he gets up and grabs a towel you had in your clean clothes basket that wasn’t put away. he wipes himself off first and heads over to you, forcing your legs open with his slender frame.

“i got you.”

he wiped the rest of the cum that lingered on you and your inner thighs. he dabbed ever so gently against your overstimulated core.

“you look so pretty with me all in you,” he giggled.

whenever he complimented you with something so simple yet so sweet, your cheeks heat up.

“maybe we should go take a shower,” you sat up and he grabbed your hands, pulling you to your feet. “think we need it.”

#kurt kunkle x reader #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #spree movie #spree #joe keery #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle x fem reader

[scum-belina]

While dealing with covid I still have to do my usual routine of filling up water jugs since I've not had running water in two years due to ruined plumbing neither my mom nor I can afford to fix. Can't even try to save up for it at this point because we still have over $2000 in property taxes to pay on our small lot which is insane, and I still need to get new tires desperately. The stress and worry were already making me sick I didn't need covid on top of it.

But now whenever I go to my neighbors rose's to fill up jugs, I often get harassed by my other neighbor Lupe who according to Rose is jealous of how close I am with her. She treats Rose like a mother figure and Rose is and grandma figure to me and I'm just??? Leave me alone??? Rose has INSISTED I fill up my water jugs or do laundry at her place any time. She told me even when she's not home to just use her spare key she hid on her porch and come on in and fill up.

Last week before I even got sick, I was there filling up while Rose was gone and Lupe stormed in and demanded to know who was there (like she didn't recognize my car she drives by every day???) And then demanded to know why i wasn't wearing a mask in Rose's house (this woman doesn't give a shit about masks, she just wanted to start shit with me. Also I literally had one in my car I was heading back to out on before she stormed in.)

I told Rose about it and she was pissed bc she had already told Lupe to leave me alone, which is bizarre because I literally do nothing to Lupe. Last time I saw her was a year ago and we always got along and had a good time at rose's. But now I've been told she views me as a threat and wants to accuse me of taking advantage of Rose even though Rose herself is of complete sound mind and I would never do that to anyone. Hell I'm embarrassed and ashamed as hell to have to fetch my water from other people.

It's humiliating and tiring. Sometimes I have to fill up 30 gallons multiple times a week, carry them to my car, then carry them to my porch, then into my house. My arms be strong as hell tho ngl. Anyways Lupe had her ex husband cover rose's outside faucet last year (WAY before freezing weather season, so I guess even then she was trying to give me trouble) where I couldn't use it easily at all, so I gave up and started going inside, now that I'm sick and won't go in her house I asked Rose if I could uncover it all and she said absolutely and don't even worry about covering it back up.

The thing is that I'm already so low. I can barely get any lower in life than I am. So why harass me over getting water??? It's not even her fucking property. Rose told her I'm trusted and allowed to come and go as I need and please and I think that's pissed her off even more.

There's evidence that Lupe might be hoping to get rose's money, home, and car,once she dies, but I know Rose and that's not her will at all. She said Lupe makes her uncomfortable bc she does things to rose's house without her permission like changing her curtains and furniture??? WHO DOES THAT

Lupe also has a trait that has always troubled me where she seems to be a self-hating Hispanic. I've heard her say the most vile things about other Hispanic neighbors that literally do nothing wrong??? Like one time she saw some hanging out their laundry on a cloudy day and was like "typical dirty wetbacks" and I was like "wtf girl that's horrible to say. i've had to do that before too don't hate on someone for doing what they have to do"

she has a son, his gf and another kid who live with her and most of them are on disability so she be reaping their checks and when she first moved right across from Rose last year, she and her crew IMMEDIATELY made Rose get sick bc they weren't cautious around her at all, so her trying to make me feel bad like I was TRYING to make Rose sick even though Rose wasn't even there and I told her I wiped any door or faucet handle I touch down with alcohol before I leave, is alllll bullshit. She's been stewing to find fault with me for months and that was her chance and it failed big time with me AND with Rose later that day.

It's so bizarre. To me, Rose is a nice grandmotherly in her own odd way neighbor. I visit her and we talk about anything and everything. Even before I needed water I would go over there just to hang out and get out of my own head for a while. But it's not like I go over there or talk to her every day. Why am I such a threat to someone like Lupe. I really don't get it. Her and her crew have being doing so much more to harass me and it's got me so grieved and scared. I just want to live in a better place.

Even when I go to my maternal grandma's, other relatives will mock or harass me for filling up jugs or doing laundry there. And my maternal grandma has well water so she doesn't even pay a damn water bill. Like, why kick me when I'm already down? It's not like I just sit around and do nothing. I do everything I can to earn money with odd jobs but have had no luck on getting a decent job or even part-time job. It devastates and humiliates me. I cry myself to sleep more often than not at my whole life situation. I don't need anyone else to make me feel worse than I already do.

I understand if you said or thought "I ain't reading all of that". I really do. This is a rambling mess. I just needed to vent out a little bit of that stupidity that's been going on recently in my life. I'm so tired and scared all the time.

[lindira]

Uncommon Character Questions for Envy

Part 2! Questions taken from this list of Uncommon Questions for OCs.

How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

Envy is very curious and will ask a lot of questions if he doesn't know something or isn't clear about something. He'll only pretend to understand if he's trying to deceive someone by pretending to be someone he's not. Then he'll fudge knowledge or act like he's quizzing the other person to try to get by and keep up the con.

How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can’t quite reach?

He'll first try a little too hard to try to reach the spot, sometimes spinning around in a circle like a dog chasing their tail. Then he'll use his actual tail to try to reach the spot. If neither of those things work, he'll rub his back against a wall corner or tree to get at it. He will only accept help if someone offers it.

What color do they think they look best in? Do they actually look best in that color?

Envy thinks he looks best in the color purple. He tends to get a lot of purple clothes or dye. He actually looks best in black, which he would roll his eyes at because "it's so overdone". He would much rather wear something colorful.

What animal do they fear most?

Though technically not an animal, spiders are the creature that Envy fears most. When he found out duergar kept them as pets sometimes, he may have given a horrified squeak. He'll deal with them, but with a lot of cussing.

Envy also hates rats, because they swarm and bite and steal your food when you're a poor homeless urchin. He absolutely hates the idea that Astarion has had to subsist on rat blood for two centuries.

How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first?

Envy tends to say whatever is on his mind, right when he's thinking it. Which means he lacks tact in most situations and pisses off a lot of people, especially those in authority. He speaks very casually, uses the word "mate" a little too much, but speaks with an accent that suggests a higher economic status than the one he grew up in. He learned at a young age that having a "poor" accent meant people disrespected you more often.

What makes their stomach turn?

If we're talking about literal queasiness, chopped up body parts tend to make him sick to his stomach. Envy did NOT have a good time in Balthasar's labs or the Temple of Bhaal. He's used to some blood and guts. He even used to work for a butcher from time to time. But seeing recognizable pieces of people, especially in great quantities, turns his stomach pretty badly. As it should, really.

Are they easily embarrassed?

Nah. If he makes a mistake or does something stupid, he owns up to it and will laugh it off. He doesn't pretend to have much dignity or decorum, and will shrug things off that most people would find humiliating.

What embarrasses them?

The fact that he can't read Common. Envy is effectively illiterate. He can read and write Infernal, but there are very few things in Faerun that use Infernal. He's dyslexic, and the only reason he's literate with Infernal is because his parents took the time to really teach him before they died. (They started with Infernal because Envy found it easier to parse than Common.) Admitting that he can't read Common makes him feel stupid, and he usually lies to try to cover it up. He especially hates it because it's made it extremely difficult for him to find a day job that makes a decent amount of money.

What is their favorite number?

I don't think he has one. Envy doesn't seem like the sort to care one way or the other about what number he likes best. Colors, flowers, scents... sure. Numbers? Nah.

If they were asked to explain the difference between romantic and platonic or familial love, how would they do so?

"Platonic love is when I like you a lot, to the point where I want to spend a lot of my time with you. I'd probably fucking kill a bloke for giving you shit, yeah? Romantic love is like that too, except I want to spend all my time with you and want to kiss you and hold you and maybe fuck around with you, if that's your thing. And, again, I'd definitely fucking kill a bloke for giving you shit. Familial love... I haven't had much experience with myself. But, as I understand it, it's when I don't necessarily like you a lot, and would prefer not to spend any time with you except on holidays. But only I have rights to give you shit about you being an annoying fuck. Anybody else gets a scimitar up their arse."

#envy o'vall #i will be shoving this character in your face repeatedly #sorry not sorry #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 spoilers #lindira writes

[idolish7imagines]

Soulmate Angst,

Everyone knows about soulmates and accepts that maybe their Idol isn't their soulmate. The red string of Faith is well enough proof of that, only your soulmate and yourself can see the string and if the string disappears your soulmate passed away.

Okay Imagine, Momo was doing a concert with I7 and Trigger all. In the middle of a performance. His string disappears. Momo becomes distraught but pulls through until the end of the concert.

How would the others comfort him?

Momo hasn't met his soulmate.

-Shiro Hoshishima

Momo x Reader (?) :: A Faded String of Love

A/N: yo I love this prompt; my boy gets hurt enough but I love some good Momo angst

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The dance missteps Momo makes after catching a glimpse of his string disappearing was clear enough for everyone to see, even the audience.

It was embarrassing and humiliating for a top idol to do, but he wasn't concerned with any of that right now. How could his string just disappear? That can't be right..

He took a seat backstage right after the concert was over, head held in his hands trying to sort out what just happened.

Yuki and the others come over to comfort him, asking him what exactly caused his sudden anxiety.

When he explains it, the room goes eerily silent. They gave empty words of solace, it's not like they could do anything about it.

Everyone leaves eventually except Yuki, terribly concerned for Momo's wellbeing. They stay there for a while, before Momo gets up.

"I...I think I wanna be alone right now."

Yuki stands up as well, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. He was a little hesitant to touch Momo in case he might lash out, but it seemed like all the energy was drained from his body.

"Listen, you'll get through this. You have me, and Okarin, and all our friends." Yuki speaks in a soft voice. He was never the best at comforting people, but for Momo he would try his hardest.

"How could it just..vanish?" Momo's voice shook, on the brink of tears at any moment. "I..I never even got to meet them..what do I do now?"

His hands ball into a fist, and he bites his lip so hard blood could almost come out.

"I'll never get to know how they looked, what we'd be like together, how perfect they would've been.." A single tear rolls down his face.

Yuki feels useless in this situation. All he can do is wrap Momo in his arms. His partner's arms fall by his sides, as if it was too much energy to hug him back.

"Despite this, I still have to be the cute idol that makes everyone 100% happy..haha.." He laughs with no humor in his tone.

Yuki hugs him even tighter. "No.. we'll go on a hiatus if that's what it takes to make you feel better. To have to deal with this and just pretend like it never happened would be like torturing you, Momo."

He gives another humorless laugh.

"you...you should be the Momo I know they would be proud of. I'm sure they'll be looking at you even beyond their grave."

"Yuki.."

"There's no doubt in my mind they would've loved you. Keep being the Momo that they'd love..that we all love..please."

Momo finally musters the energy to hug his partner back.

"I ..I'll try my best.." He breaks out into full, loud sobs against Yuki's chest.

He'll try his best to make them happy.

Like he always does.

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After that night, a bunch of gifts were sent to him. most were from his friends, but some were even from fans, trying to help keep his chin up in case he was depressed from the last performance.

He smiles, he really is a lucky guy to have these kind of people in his life.

Yuki opens his apartment door and comes in. "Momo, time to go. We don't want to be late."

"Alright, I'll be ready in a sec." He says, placing a potted flower back on his counter.

Yuki peeks over, raising a surprised eyebrow. "I didn't know you liked flowers like that."

Momo turns around and chuckles. "Me neither. It just felt right to get after what happened a while ago." He finishes wrapping a red bow on the stem.

"I didn't know taking care of one could be so therapeutic."

Yuki smiles. He was finally getting his partner back. "I'm glad. Does it have a name?"

Momo puffs his cheeks. His partner chuckles and continues to prod him.

"Come on, let me hear it."

"it's name is...(y/n). I don't know why I chose that name, it just feels right." Momo looks at the flower fondly.

"That's a nice name. Well, I hope (y/n) will comfort you."

"I think they will, actually." He gives a toothy grin.

#momo x reader #idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #ainana #idolish7 imagines #momose sunohara #idolish seven #idolish7 momo #idolish7 yuki #yukito orikasa #re:vale