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monzabee · 1 month

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pon de replay - cl16 (+18)

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Summary: The one where Charles decide to prove to everyone that it is him that you belong to, and only him.

Pairing: charles leclerc x reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: smuttt, nothing but pure filth, one might even say it is pwp, unprotected sex (cover your willy don’t be silly), oral (f receiving), kinda exhibitionism?, public sex, jealous charles, possessive charles, carlos being a little shit because he’s bored, poor lando, not even sure if i fulfilled the request or not, minors dni!!

Request: “HELLOOOO! i have an idea and you don’t have to write it but it’s been rattling around in my brain and im never gonna write it (i constantly have way too many ideas to write them fr) myself so i figured i’d send it to you cause you’ve kinda restored my F1 phase with your work. basically, reader being very goofy, funny, and maybe a little bit too loud at times. just like a very silly and bubbly personality and she hangs out with some of the f1 boys (maybe because she’s famous in her own right like a dancer or something) so naturally EVERYONE ships her with lando. like hardcore, almost as bad as one direction fans ships (iykyk), and it sorta makes sense cause when they’re together it’s pure and utter chaos and they both express themselves with physical touch B U T ! she’s actually with charles. to her it makes total sense to be with charles instead of lando cause while lando is definitely attractive he’s too much like her and it’d be like dating herself whereas charles brings out a new calm side to her and she can bring out a goofier side to him. opposites attract type shit😭. maybe a little angst cause charles hates seeing all the edits and also feels a little insecure cause lando and reader DO make sense together in his mind so why’d you pick him instead? then like soft fluff/smut reassurance that charles is literally the man of her dreams, a literal fucking prince, and the best person she’s ever been with. ANYWAYS, im rambling! again, you don’t have to write this if you don’t connect with it or don’t have time i just needed an outlet SOMEWHERE for all the F1 brain rot.”

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i first of all want to start by saying that i’m very sorry that this isn’t exactly like the request, like at all, but it took me a criminal amount of time to actually get this finished so we’re not going to focus on that. okay? okay, great!! in all and all it was actually quite fun to work on this at the beginning, it was just kinda hard for some reason to work on the actual smut part, but i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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Charles wouldn’t call himself a possessive person, not a chance. He might be ambitious, and competitive, but possessive? That, he is not. He’s never been the type of get jealous of his partner’s friends, whether male or female, because he likes to think that he is mature enough to understand that people have friends. It’s that simple. And he is most definitely not the type of person to comment on what you wear when you’re going out, he is just not that guy. He’s fairly certain that his mother would materialise out of thin air and give him a good beating if he were to do that. So when you asked him about the dress you have on earlier before you left his apartment, the one that clings to your body so tightly that he can practically make out the outline of your tits from across the room? He just smiled and told you to have fun tonight – because he’s there to make sure you’re not put off by anyone staring at you in it.

So yeah. He’s not usually the type to let the jealousy take over his ability to think things out rationally, but when his girlfriend is dancing her heart away in the middle of the dance floor while every red-blooded men watch her with the same look in their eyes? Yeah, it’s not easy to keep his emotions in check at the moment given the circumstances. And it’s not that he even intends to pout like a petulant child at the bar, making sure to keep an eye on you, it’s just that he is an expressive person and his face reflects what he’s feeling that well. Totally because of that. It’s scary how utterly focused he is on you, watching your every move to make sure no one is bothering you, though you don’t seem to be in need of his help as he watches you dance with one of the girls you met when you first arrived to the club – and with Lando, though he tries not to focus on that part too much.

It's fine, though, he tries to make himself believe, it’s fine as long as you’re having fun. Though that doesn’t necessarily stop him from throwing daggers into Lando’s direction as covertly as he can. The way he has a friendly arm around you is driving him crazy, and he is not above stomping over there to pull you under his arm, drag you to the nearest bathroom and– Well, maybe he shouldn’t get too far ahead of himself just yet.

“They look good together, no?” He hears someone ask him from the side. He realises it is his teammate when he turns to give the person a glare.

“Who?” He asks, deciding to play dumb, but he can’t help himself as he makes a face while focusing his gaze back on you.

“You know who I’m talking about, cabrón!” Carlos exclaims, laughing as he pats him on the back and points to the two of you with a tilt of his head, “I’m glad he’s finally doing something about it rather than sulking around like a geriatric toddler.”

If he would have turned around any faster, Charles is sure his neck would actually, possibly, break. “What?” he spits out as he turns around, “Do you mean her and Lando?”

Carlos gives his teammate a confused look, “Yes,” he drawls out, “you didn’t know he had a crush on her? I thought the entire paddock knew!” Charles feels a surge of disbelief and a tinge of anger bubbling within him.

He wouldn't call it possessiveness, more like a primal instinct to protect what's his. But this revelation catches him off guard, shattering his carefully constructed facade of nonchalance. With doing his best to keep calm under the situation, he asks, “Are you sure you’re not making things up? I feel like you’re misreading the situation here.”

That receives another confused look from his teammate, and though Charles is quite the perceptive person, he misses Carlos starting to put the pieces together – thanks to his overreaction. “I guess so,” Carlos mumbles, loud enough for Charles to hear him in the loud club, “he’s always talking about her, though. The way she smiles, her hair, her dresses; did you know he even went to see one of her performances in Vegas?” Carlos feels bad, really, but there is also something so fulfilling in confirming his theories as he watches his teammate’s eyes bulge out at the mention of one of your dance shows in Vegas. Because Charles knows what those entail.

“I-in Vegas?” He stutters out, eyes moving to focus on your dancing figure again. And at that moment, he absolutely hates Lando. He hates him for having his arms around you, he hates him for dancing with you to the beat in a rhythm he never seems to be able to keep up with, he hates him for the way everybody seems to think the two of you seem to make a handsome couple, and he absolutely hates him for the way he makes you smile.

Charles Leclerc is not a possessive guy – until it comes to you, that is.

“Charles?” He hears Carlos call out his name, but he’s out of his seat long before he can hear the end of his sentence. He doesn’t mean to stomp across the dance floor to get to you. He really doesn’t. He also doesn’t mean to grab you by your arm and put a pause on your fun. And the smile you give him and the way you wrap your arms around his neck while you call him ‘Charlie’? Makes his heart stutter in a way that makes him forget why he ever came over in this first place. Because this should be normal – you, having male friends and spending time with them should not make him insecure. He should be fine with you and Lando spending time together because you both love the hustle and bustle of a club. But at that moment, he doesn’t care about what should be normal, no. He cares about the fact that someone other than him has managed to make you smile, and that he needs to remind you that he’s the only one who should be on the receiving end of all your smiles.

So when he drags you away from the dancefloor (and Lando, for that matter), he doesn’t listen to your objections. He doesn’t care about the way Carlos is watching from his place from the bar, putting all the pieces together as he shares a look with Lando. And he most definitely doesn’t care about the fact that he’s about to fuck you in the club’s bathroom. Well, maybe he does care about that last part. “Charlie,” you whine, your voice clearly scratched from shouting along the lyrics of the songs playing throughout the night, and he doesn’t miss the way you slur his name ever so slightly – which tells him that you had at least two drinks. Cosmopolitans, if he had to guess. “Pleaaase,” you drag out the word, pulling on his shirt to get his attention, “they are playing my song!”

His first mistake is to look at you, because the way your lips form a pout and the way you’re giving him puppy dog eyes is usually strong enough for him to give in. Though this is no usual situation. So instead of moving the two of you back to the dancefloor, he grabs you by your cheeks and presses his lips against you. In the middle of the club, where everybody can see him doing it. The way his lips move against yours is aggressive, and you’re definitely out of breath when he does move away. Cosmopolitans, he realises after tasting you. You've had cosmopolitans. Then, he just gives you a look, threads his fingers through yours and raises an eyebrow. Then he asks, “Are you going to be a good girl and come with me now, or should I do this the hard way and just carry you on my shoulder?”

If this was any other situation, you would totally say something bratty back. Hell, you might have actually said something rude if it meant him being rough with you, maybe spanking you a few times just enough times for you to learn your lesson. But you understand that this is no ordinary situation from his voice and the expression on his face. Charles is like that, you suppose. He’s an open book – meaning that it is very easy to understand what kind of a mood he’s in just by looking at his face, or listening to the undertone of his voice. And right now? Right now you know he’s pissed. You don’t necessarily know what you did, nor do you care. Mainly because all you want to do is make him feel better simply because of the reason that he is one of those people who’s just meant to smile at all times, not frown.

And so you nod gingerly, squeaking out a thimble, “Yes.” You finally meet his eyes as you wrap yourself around his arm, pushing yourself closer to him in the crowded club. “I’ll be good.”

This thumb does that thing where he caresses your knuckle, and he starts moving you through the crowd again. This time, however, you try to stick to him by matching the speed of his steps rather than trying to stay back. You told him you’d be good, you intend to keep your promise. He’s quiet all the way to the bathroom, and he’s quiet when he motions you to get inside, and he’s quiet when he closes to door and promptly locks it behind your back. You think for a moment you’re just there for a chat, maybe about that something you might’ve done, but Charles takes you by surprise as he grabs your waist and pushes you against the door, causing your eyes to widen with realisation of what you’re about to do in that bathroom.

“Charles, what’s wrong?” You try to ask, but he shuts you up with another kiss. And if you thought the previous kiss was aggressive, this one absolutely consumes you. He doesn’t even give you a fighting chance as his tongue quickly dominates yours, and he is relentless as he nips at your lower lip. You can’t help the mortifying moan that leaves your lips, and you push him away to inhale deeply. “What has gotten into you?” You ask, eyes wide due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins, “What happened?”

“You, happened.” He growls. And by that, you mean that he actually growls. His voice is a few octaves deeper than his usual voice, and you can see that he’s snappy. There is this dark look in his eyes that would otherwise scare you if you didn’t know him, but you do. Because he’s your Charles.

And you know this because the quickly leans into your touch when you bring one of your hands up to cup his cheek, giving him a confused look. “Did I do something?” You ask, voice soft amidst the humid bathroom. “Oh my god, is it my dress? Is it too short?” Your eyebrows draw closer as you start properly spiralling. “I knew I should’ve worn the shorts, why didn’t you say something?”

Your mini monologue about your party attire must have struck a chord because Charles suddenly exhales heavily, his forehead resting against yours as he closes his eyes. “No, non, it's not about the fucking dress,” he lashes out, his voice strained, and lace with something else that you can’t quite catch. “I don’t care what you wear, though I do appreciate the easy access.”

“Easy access?” You repeat, testing out the words as you come to a realisation. “What?” You exclaim, quickly taking your hand away from his face to lightly slap at his chest. “No! We are definitely not doing that here, are you out of your mind? You pulled me away because you can’t keep it in your pants until we’re home?”

“And why not?” He asks, and this time, you can see the unbridled rage behind his look. “Would you rather go back to Lando out there? You looked quite happy in his arms after all.”

And the realisation dawns on you right then and there. That this isn’t about your choice of dress for the evening, no. It is about Lando. Though you don’t get that part, since he’s both of your friend, so why is Charles being like this? And you would ask him, of course. But the look he gives you indicates that he doesn’t want to be tested in that exact moment.

So instead, you attempt to calm him down, by dragging your hand gently down his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. He is like that, your Charles, sometimes he just wants to be held to see reason. “Charlie,” you call out, voice soft as you give him a pleading look, “why don’t you tell me what this is about, hm?”

You think he’s going to finally give in for a moment, but then he just gives you a blank stare. “I don’t want to talk,” he grunts, pulling you flush against him by the hands he has on your waist. His lips are on your neck faster than you can say anything, working his way towards your collarbones. The faint whimpers that come out of your lips bring a small smile to his lips knowing that he’s the one causing them, not Lando or any other guy.

“Charles,” you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair as his lips trail along your skin. Despite the confusion and frustration swirling within you, you can't deny the way his touch ignites a fire deep within you, consuming your thoughts and leaving you breathless with desire. But as much as you crave his touch, you know that there are unresolved issues between you, issues that need to be addressed before you can fully give yourself to him in this moment. “Charlie,” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper as you gently push against his chest, urging him to stop. “Stop, we need to talk about this.”

“Talk about what?” He asks, all breathy and with a wild look in his eyes. You can see that he’s trying to hold himself back, but at the same time his hands keep moving on your body in a way that makes you want to let him lose control and perhaps even join him. He successfully ignores your attempts at pushing him away, sliding his hands down on your body to grab the hem of your dress, clenching the material in his hand while dragging it upwards on your thighs until he reaches the soft skin of your stomach. “I have a thing in mind which might help me feel better.” Unable to take your eyes off of him, you take a stuttered breath as you watch him slowly get down on his knees, his lips pressing kisses starting form your sternum continuing down your body over your dress until you feel his lips on the exposed skin of your stomach. His kisses stop once he’s met with the top lining of your underwear, looking at you with a mischevious glint in his eyes as he nips at the nimble lace adorning the top. You call out his name in a weak whimper – though it is not clear to you, nor him, whether you’re asking him to stop or go on. Charles decides to go with the latter. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”

You don’t really need his reminder, you realise, but it is a welcome one. Your cheeks blush even further when you feel his gaze on you as he lowers his face towards your core, leaving a sweet kiss onto your clit through the fabric of your thong. Suddenly, you want nothing more than to just rip to whole thing apart so there is nothing separating you from him, but you know the game, and you especially know that the ending is sweeter than what you could ever imagine at that moment. And so you wait – you wait until he eventually makes his move and gives your slit a generous lick through the fabric. Watching you is equal parts thrilling and painful, mainly because he wants to drag out his teasing as long as possible just to see you falling apart for him. It’s second nature to you, the way your hand threads through his hair to move him the way you want to, but it is of course not an option because it’s Charles who is in charge.

He makes this known by the way he pulls away, ignoring the way your hands scramble to guide him back to where you want him to be. He nips at the skin of your thigh in a warning manner, pulling a whine from your lips as he fixes you with a look, “You’re not in control tonight, mon bijou, I’ll stop if you try to take over. You got that?” It’s sobering to see him take control in such a way, you sweet little Charles. Usually, he has no problem just laying back and letting you take all the control, or even just making you believe you do. But now? With the way he’s looking at you with such hunger? You know you’d be soaking through your underwear if you weren’t so wet for him already. All you can do is offer him a meek nod, with your lips hanging open in shock, but he is not satisfied with your answer. No, he needs to hear you say the words. So, being the initiative person that he his, he tips at your skin again, this time earning himself a whimper along a grumble about how he’s being unreasonable. He isn’t, but that’s a topic to discuss another time, he decides. “I said, you got that?”

“Yes! Fine, yes!” You whine, grabbing your dress even tighter with your fist that isn’t buried in his hair, “Please just make me come.”

“See?” He asks, flashing you a sweet smile as he lowers his face back onto where you need him the most, “It wasn’t that hard now, is it?” The grumble about how he’s about to be the hard one, makes him chuckle to himself, the rumbling from it making you moan his name as he finally gives you what you want. His tongue works fast as he laps on the wetness through your underwear, soaking the material even more without a care in the world. If you weren’t wet before, you’re sure you’re definitely wet as he drags his tongue through your slit and back onto your clit to suck it through the fabric, causing you to let out a string of moans, each getting considerably louder as he works on your cunt.

The breath is knocked out of your lungs as the moments pass, as you become closer and closer to your impending release. You don’t even notice the fact that you’ve started to move your hips to match the rythym of his tongue, seeking something more to make you tip over the edge. You’re also very aware of the fact that Charles is letting you what you want to do, and though you’re scared out of you midn that he’ll stop like he threatened to do before, the little nod he gives you when you give him a pleading look assures you that he also wants you to come undone on his face.

Or so you’ve thought.

Because he knows your body so well that jus as you’re about to come he pulls back, leaving you high and dry, and even has the nerve to chuckle when he hears his name coming out of your mouth in a high pitched whine. You’re so lost in the moment that you almost miss the way he gently grabs your hands and removes them from his hair, pinning them above you and pushing you against the wall. “Why?” You whine, lips pushed out in a pout as your voice gets gradually whinier, “I was so close, Charles.”

“Oh, baby,” he cooes, “I know you were, I could feel it too.” He starts peppering your feverish skin with kisses, as if to say sorry for leaving you on the brink of an orgasm, and you find yourself arching your neck to expose more of your skin to his skillfull lips. You should stop him, some part of you screams to you in your head, because with the way he’s disguising the fact that he’s marking you with hickeys, but you don’t care at that moment. Your every breath and moan seem to motivate him to work faster, and harder, and when he eventually pulls back to leave a bruising kiss on your lips. A smirk finds its way onto his lips as he gives you an eyeing down, taking in how breathless you look. “Don’t worry, mon bijou, I’ll fuck you now, okay?”

You don’t even realise the nod you give him, too lost in his eyes to put words together to form a proper sentence. He’s gentle with you as he lets go of your hands and positions you the way he wants. With one of your legs wrapped around his hip he has better access to your soaked underwear, his fingers working quickly to pulling it aside. You don’t know when he managed to get himself free from his pants and underwear, but that doesn’t stop you from letting out a loud moan when you feel the tip of his cock circling your clit. “Please, please, please,” your voice cracks as you frantically beg him to do something more. You’d love nothing more than to scold him for the way he shushes you condescendingly, but any complaint you had evaporates when you feel him nudge your entrance. “Please,” you breathe out again, giving him pleading looks as you try to pull him closer somehow, “You promised me you’d fuck me.”

That manages to pull out a beathy chuckle for him, and as if he’s trying to console you, you feel his fingers gently caressing the skin of your hip. “Why don’t you do it yourself, hm?” A grin widens on his lips when you give him a look of confusion, and he leads one of your hands between your bodies for you to wrap it around his cock. “You want me inside you, right?” He rewards your tentative nod with a series of kisses down the column of your throat, “Come on then,” he mumbles into your skin, “put it in, pretty girl.” Exhaling a shaky breath, you keep your eyes on him as you guide him through your entrance. A gasp is torn from your lips when you feel his tip entering you, the initial stretch being more overwhelming because of the fact that you’re standing up. But Charles is quick to soothe you with his kisses down your neck, letting you control the rhythym and how further he can move inside you at first. With your hand making its way down to his hip, pressing him close to you, he quickly gets the message that you’re ready for him. “You’re ready?” He double-checks, raising his head to fix his eyes to yours.

“I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now–” Your words are interrupted when you feel him move his hips back, just enough to have his tip inside you, and then he snaps his hips forward to thrust back in, making your breath hitch at the back of your throat. It doesn’t take very long for you to become a moaning mess, in fact, you’re more than ready to fall apart for him then and there, but you know he won’t let you until he gets his point across.

“Look at you, mon bijou,” Charles darkly chuckles, hips matching the rhythym of the song playing outside at the dance floor, “what would people think if they saw you being such a mess for me in a club’s bathroom?” And the whine you let out in response to his question nothing if pathethic, but you can’t find it in you to care because of how good he’s making you feel. “Yes?” He prompts you, mocking the whiny ‘Yes’, that leaves your mouth before you start begging him to let you come. But he doesn’t, because he knows you can hold it until he’s ready for you too, and he tells you just that.

“So good, Charlie, so good,” you can’t help the broken moans you let out as he fucks you to the brink of an orgasm. But that is not enough for him, no. He needs everyone to know the two of you are together now, needs to get out all of his pent up frustrations out.

So when the opportunity presents itself with Lando knocking on the door asking if you are okay? A knowing smirk find its way onto his lips, and you try to silently plead with him with your eyes. “You want to cum?” He whispers in your ear, his thrusts becoming faster. “Say my name if you want to come, baby.”

“Please–” You gasp, hands grabbing the shirt he’s wearing. It’s no avail even if you try to keep your voice down. Because when Charles finds a way to slither his hand down between your legs and starts rubbing your clit in firm circles? You know there is no way you can stay quiet through your orgasm. “Why?” You manage to get out, “God, Charles please.”

“Tell me who’s making you feel so good, pretty girl.” He encourages you, his rhythym now almost brutal as he tries his best to make you come for him. “Come on, tell me who you belong to.” He chuckles darkly when he sees you shaking your head. “It’s not Lando, it’s me. You hear that?” Uh-huh, is the only answer he receives in return, but he is of course not satisfied with it. So, he gently pinches the inside of your thigh. “Tell me who’s going to make you come, or I’ll stop.”

“N-no!” You exclaim, too overwhelmed to see that his threat is an empty one, because he would never actually do something like that to you. “Please, please don’t stop.”

“Come on,” he cooes, the sweet words he whispers into your skin making you more and more malleable to his request. “Say my name baby, let me hear you.”

“Charles,” your loud moan cuts the heavy air in the bathroom. Cheeks flushed, breath unorganised and with that wild look in your eyes? There’s nothing Charles wouldn’t do for you. With every move of his hips, you moan his name louder, eventually tipping over the edge as he feels you squeezing his cock so tight that he almost loses himself then and there.

That’s not to say he doesn’t, of course. Because just as you’re about done with your orgasm, you feel him come inside you, chanting your name alongside mine, mine mine. It takes a long time for the both of you to get back to your senses, but he’s extremely gentle with you as he helps you down and fixes your underwear. You find yourself snuggling up to him when he eventually takes you into his arms after fixing his own clothing, nuzzling your nose to his neck. “You know, I think I like the jealous side of you.” You mumble, leaving a few kisses across his jaw.

“Yeah?” He asks, a breathy chuckle leaving him as he cradles your face with both of his hands, his thumbs caressing the apples of your cheeks.

“Yeah.” You nod, giving him a small smile, “But I need you to take me home, please, I can feel your cum dripping down my leg.”

“Oh baby,” he coos, tutting as he slides his hands down your body to grab you by the waist, “we’re not going home, it would be rude to leave our friends by themselves. Don’t you think so?” The flabbergasted look that you give him makes another chuckle come from his lips as he slowly turns you towards the door. His lips find the junction between your neck and shoulder again as he announces, “We’re going to go back out there, and we’re going to dance. We wouldn’t want you to miss your song now, would we?”

And when he opens the bathroom door and you hear the first words to a Rihanna song you love? You know it’s going to be a long night ahead of you.

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actualhumantrashcan · 7 months

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I can understand a silly workplace comedy about pirates not being everyone’s jam but I really can’t understand the amount of queer people I see hating on ofmd.

like for one thing most of the debates turn into gatekeeping queerness (which I think has a lot more to do with the ages of the main couples than actual concerns about authentic representation but that’s another post) and the rest are just hateful because it doesn’t directly name or label it’s queer characters but like why do we need that at this point?? listen I love heartstopper with all my heart but it is exhausting to watch them explain queer identities sometimes (even though I do think it’s super useful for younger audiences I’m just not the target demographic!) and ofmd is an explicit, violent, adult show that doesn’t NEED to explain it’s character’s identities.

queer people past their 30’s are usually very well aware of their queerness and have had (hopefully) plenty of time to go through the arc of discovering that. so why would we need to see Stede or Lucius or Ed going through turmoil because they’re attracted to men when they have already come to terms with that at this point in their lives?? i for one find it so fucking refreshing to watch a show where the characters being queer is not their main arc, they just ARE queer and life is still happening to and around them. maybe that’s just the millennial gay in me talking, but it gets emotionally exhaustive to watch show after show where the queer character’s arc is overcoming homophobia. yes obviously homophobia still exists and yes obviously if ofmd was trying to be historically accurate these characters would be living in a very dangerous time to be queer but it isn’t trying to be accurate!! it’s trying to be fun and diverse and kind!!

and also, they aren’t pretending homophobia doesn’t exist!! it’s just addressed in a different way. Stede was emotionally abused by his father for his entire life for being “soft” and then was chased down by his homophobic childhood bullies, one of which explicitly told him that he “defiled” the great pirate Blackbeard by simply falling in love with the man behind that name. Meanwhile Ed was forced into the world of piracy at a young age and developed the entire persona of Blackbeard (who fits the toxic, violent masculine stereotype of the time) to hide the fact that he’s actually an incredibly sensitive and deeply queer man! and is told multiple times by male figures in his life that sex with other men is fine but it is absolutely unacceptable to be in love with a man. both of their arcs contain homophobic rhetoric that is still present in society today, but its never presented as a problem that they have to wrestle with. they don’t have to come to terms with what it means to love each other, they just have to overcome some trials that go along with the complicated lives they both lead as a pirate and former aristocrat. the homophobia in ofmd is woven into the backstory of each and every character, it shapes them into the people they are at the beginning of the show when all of their walls are up and they are performing the “pirate” roles they are supposed to play. and then we get to see them grow and realize that they are in a safe space, part of a community not just on the ship itself but in the life of piracy (which in the show is pretty much explicitly an allegory for queer lifestyles.)

anyway, I could rant about this all day but just truly why do we have to tear people down for enjoying something? why do we have to find reasons to hate something so obviously created with sensitivity to it’s queer audience and with so much queer joy? if historically inaccurate gay pirates going on silly adventures and falling in love are not your thing, fine! but perhaps just let people enjoy things and find your own things to enjoy.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd s2 #our flag means gay

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luv-gin · 9 months

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in which megumi isn’t the first to have gone through embarrassing friends… sashisu x reader.

you lose the trio sometime in between navigating through different shops. you’re not worried though, they’ll find you at some point when gojo needs to pout at you, trying to convince you to ditch the other two because they’re “bullying” him.

in your distraction of finding the next store that piqued your interest, you bump into a figure and you find the items held in your clutch fall upon the impact.

“i’m so sorry.” the guy you bumped into apologises and you notice that he also dropped the things he bought as well.

“oh my gosh me too, i was too distracted by the make up store to notice walking into you.” you both crouch down and begin picking up your purchases.

“that’s totally understandable. i saw that jacket in the windows and developed a one-track mind.” he chuckles and you mirror him.

“glad to see i’m not the only one who gets lost in their own world when shopping” you chuckle and he nods in agreement, standing up along with you.

“you must be doing something wrong if you don’t.”

“you’re so right.” your eyes shut in a smile and the mans cheeks heat up.

he opens his mouth to say something but before he could utter anything you hear the sound of a familiar whiny voice travel to your ears “baby, where’d you go?”

you’re joined by gojo satoru in the blink of an eye, his hands wrap around your shoulders as he asks “who’s this guy?” and looks the man in front of you up and down “are you cheating on me? i thought you said we had something special!” he cries out and you’re left speechless, eyes travelling to the area around you in shock. your eyes zero in on an approaching geto and you feel yourself relax, he can take gojo off your back and stop him from embarrassing you-

“darling, what are you doing here?” he asks, mischief glinting in the back of his eyes but a frown tugs at his lips “we’re meant to be going on a date.” he grabs your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder.

by now you’re sure that your mouth is hung open and certain that you’ve attracted a crowd to spectate the drama of the situation. you only pray that shoko saves you from the two idiots, god knows that geto isn’t any better than his counterpart despite popular belief.

“babe, why are you surrounded by these three strange men?”

you have lost all faith in humanity as shoko tugs your arm releasing your geto and gojo’s hold “i told you to stick by me, you know i hate it when random perverts hit on you.” now by her side, her hand rests on your hips and she leans her head on your shoulder.

“she’s not interested, you homewreckers, get away from her.” she spits and the stranger from before sweatdrops.

“umm here’s the lipgloss you dropped.” he hands you the beauty product and your friends dramatics halt as the 3 stare at each in what would induce you to laugh had the embarrassment of the situation not been at your expense.

“thank you so much.” you bow deeply in gratitude and shame. you only stand up when he leaves with a wave.

“no worries.” his escape into the shop you came out of is quick, leaving you to turn to your friends with a few deep exhales.

“now what the fuck was that?” you ask, hands on your hips as you move your bags to hang around your wrists.

“we thought that guy was hitting on you.” gojo mumbles, fingers scratching at the back of his head as he gave you a weak smile, shifting slight so that he stood behind shoko and geto.

“he thought that,” geto confesses with a shrug and shoko chimes in “he told us you were getting taken away and that we should act quickly.” the two split exposing gojo as he scowls.

“way to rat me out, bastards.” gojo huffs with a pout.

“and so you think a guy asking me out beckons you to act like i’m a whore who cheats on three partners?” the trio shrug at you and your eyes roll so hard that you feel as though they might get stuck somewhere in the back.

“well that man did no such thing, he was being nice because i bumped into him.” you huff.

“umm excuse me, he was blushing just talking to you, had we gotten here any later you would’ve ditched us for him.” gojo interjects, pout stuck on his lips.

“if only you had, maybe then i’d be free from all your stupidity.” a snigger sounds from shoko and geto who assumed they were from your scolding after betraying gojo.

“you two are included, idiots.” you cross your arms in front of your chest as they all stand in line “never do that again, that was single handedly the most embarrassing thing i’ve ever been through.”

“but what about the time you accidentally fell on saturo and suguru in the subway-” your glare stops shoko and she pulls out a cigarette as she smiles innocently at you.

“to make up for this,” you announce to the three, ignoring the blush that tinted the boys’ cheeks “satoru hand me your credit card and suguru hold these.” you deposit your bags in getos hands before extending your palm towards gojo.

“but what about shoko-” gojo and geto ask but you snatch the card and walk with your arm in shoko’s, now heading towards the store you were eyeing earlier.

the quote “i support womens wrongs and rights” rings in their minds as they follow after you.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #shoko ieiri #shoko ieiri x reader #sashisu x reader #sashisu

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rendezvouz-fling · 1 year

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Astro Observations #19

• I’ve noticed a pattern with Air and Earth risings and their dads not physically being there in their lives or being away for long periods of time and staying for shorter periods of time.

• People with Gemini rising and mercury at Leo degrees (5, 17, 29) or with their 3rd house in Leo tend to be very animated, expressive storytellers and are great at mimicking others! If they’re into singing then they might be good at imitating the original singer of that song’s voice.

• They’re also good at making impressions of other people.😂 Same goes for Leo rising with mercury in Gemini degrees (3, 15, 27) or people with their 5H in Gemini!✨

• Another thing about people with Leo in their 3H is that they WILL be over the top or dramatic when they see fit!! I have this placement and I literally pretended to faint when I saw my mom about to hit me while holding the pan she was washing with her other hand when I was a kid.🤣

• Capricorn moon kids aren’t the mini adults I see a lot of people stereotyping especially when they have Air/Fire in their charts. 🧐 Yes they might become very responsible as kids but they can also be the loud charming ones with the funniest laughs!😂

• Most 70s music/dance show hosts had prominent Scorpio/Libra placements with a dash of Aquarius energy! E.g. Dick Clark a 70s/80s show host from American Bandstand was a Scorpio moon/venus/rising & his sun was at 7 (Libra) degree while his rising was at 11 (Aquarius) degree!! And Don Cornelius the creator and show host of Soul Train throughout 3 decades was a Libra sun/mercury/venus with an Aquarius moon at 20 (Scorpio) degree!!🤎

• They also had inner planets at 28 degree!✨

• I’ve noticed some people with Fire venuses don’t get along with their dads that much, some of them had more of the ‘tough love’ type fathers.

• The reason most air moons seem to be emotionally aloof especially Aquarius moons, is because at some point in their lives they might’ve been shown that the only way to get by is by intellect and logic. They might’ve also been told as kids that they’re being too emotional and to stop crying/being upset.

• Another is because they’ve adapted to bottling up their emotions all the time that they might not know a way to express them openly and might just internalize it.

• Earth mars artists from the late 70s/early 80s were your go-to, classic R&B artists!! E.g. Patrice Rushen, Bobby DeBarge from Switch & Teena Marie are all Capricorn mars. Tommy DeBarge from Switch, Rick James and Donna Summer were all Virgo mars. Bunny DeBarge from DeBarge & Wayne Cooper from Cameo are both Taurus mars. 🍂

• If you feel like some placements in your composite don’t really add up with your relationship then check your Davison chart because I promise it’ll feel more accurate!

• Gemini suns with Sagittarius moons are very talkative and seem so feisty!😭

• Saturn doms have very attractive/prominent body shapes!

• Aquarius suns with Aquarius mercuries are funny without trying. ✋🏽😂

• Pisces suns with Aquarius mercuries and Aries venuses be literally taking the words out my mouth and say some of the meanest things!🤣

• Aries mercuries will literally say mean things before laughing and then hit you with the “What? It’s true.”😭🤣

• Fire mars men are built different!😭 Their height/weight might often trick people into thinking they’re soft but they are SO strong.

• Venus doms, how does it feel to get more beautiful every day?

• Mercurial risings kill me!😭 Virgo risings have a hilarious sometimes dry or more introverted humor while Gemini risings can be all over the place cracking jokes and exaggerating things lol.

• What’s with 5H suns and having a thing for verbal expressions. They’re literally the types to imitate a sound track when they’re explaining things.😭😭😭

• Some Gemini risings tend to have a signature laugh or people might point out/compliment their laughter often.

• They might also have them crazy laughs too and you’ll notice it specifically when you get close to them.🤣

• That one Aquarius moon family member 🤝 every other family member always going to them when they have problems with their technology or doing something online.

• Aries venus is that one cousin that will be spontaneous and very funny when you’re both good but will mean mug and say hurtful things to you/about you when you’re not on good terms anymore.😭

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echo-bleu · 1 year

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While I’m staying away from all the speculation, all those posts and memes about Jaskier either being the only one who can see Geralt is different or the only one who can’t and keeps insisting that yes of course, that’s Geralt, are giving me ideas.

Namely: faceblind Jaskier. Bear with me. He can’t recognize any face, including his own in the mirror (when he finds a mirror, it’s not that often). That’s why he flirts with everyone, flirting is just his default mode in case it’s someone he’s met before, because at its core it’s kind of roleplaying. While people may not respond to it well, they mostly don’t bat an eye at cheesy joke-y pickup lines where Jaskier ‘pretends’ to meet them for the first time (”Do you come here often?”). Meanwhile it buys Jaskier time to figure out if he has in fact met them before.

(Demi or ace Jaskier? Who flirts for the reasons above and mostly has sex with people because he figures it’s expected of him?)

It’s also the reason he makes so many enemies. Sure, there are actual cuckooed husbands who hate him, but really it’s mostly former lovers who are horribly offended when Jaskier ‘snubs’ them at a reception because he just didn’t recognize them. Or former lovers horribly offended that he tried to flirt with them again pretending not to know them after they threw him out. There are also plenty of people who were never his lovers at all but are just offended because nobles are Like That.

(There have been some really embarrassing situations. Like the time he tried to flirt with Valdo Marx, his eternal rival, who still laughs about it every time they see each other.)

He latches onto Geralt because Geralt is recognizable. There just aren’t two white-haired wolf-eyed muscular men around. Jaskier never has to worry about seeing him and being unsure if it’s actually his friend and not some random stranger with the same haircut. Geralt also never changes his haircut or his appearance in any way, which is refreshing.

Yennefer is mostly the same, with her violet eyes, although Jaskier does have to get close enough to be sure. They have a few weird encounters where Jaskier starts to flirt with her, gets within a few feet, and immediately backtracks the hell out with a disgusted face. That’s how she figures it out, but it takes her a while. After that she takes great pleasure in teasing him about it, but only in ways that no one else will clock (hence the crows’ feet comment. Jaskier doesn’t even know himself in the mirror. He can’t tell if she’s right. He does obsess over it the whole way up the mountain, but he has other things to think about on the descent).

The witchers of Kaer Morhen, when Jaskier meets them, are so refreshing. They’re all different! Eskel is unmistakeable with his scars, and while they’re within the confines of Kaer Morhen it’s very easy to distinguish Lambert’s red hair from Coen’s shaved head and darker skin from Vesemir’s white beard. Ciri is of course the only kid, so that’s not a problem. For the first time in his life, Jaskier doesn’t feel like he’s playing catch up to a game whose rules he doesn’t know. It’s relaxing.

The witchers, on the other hand, are quite surprised about Jaskier. They’ve been told (many times, over the years) that Jaskier flirts with everyone under the sun. Now Geralt isn’t always the most reliable source, of course, and Eskel never expects anyone to be attracted to him because of his scars (which is a subject for another day), but Jaskier doesn’t even try to flirt, even just friendlily, with either Lambert or Coen. He’s not afraid of them, they would be able to smell that, he seems perfectly comfortable with them, but he doesn’t flirt. At first, they figure that it’s because his newly mended relationship with Geralt is still fragile.

One night they’re all a bit drunk and the witchers are talking about how Jaskier’s songs have helped them on the Path, how many humans are much nicer to them, and in general how hard interacting with humans is. And Jaskier is just nodding along, “Yeah, yeah, interacting with humans is so hard.”

“But you’re always going out of your way to talk to people and flirt!”

“Well yes, I like making friends, but they have so many expectations, and they get angry so easily.”

“That’s only when you flirt with the wrong people,” Geralt growls.

“But how am I supposed to know it’s the wrong people when I can’t recognize them?”

“What do you mean?” Eskel asks.

“Faces are hard! I don’t know how people do it, I mean, obviously your scars are distinctive, and I’d recognize Geralt’s hair anywhere, but most humans all look the same!”

Geralt blinks very slowly as it all slots into place in his head. Jaskier’s very strange flirting methods. The way he keeps making enemies without meaning to. Hell, he’s seen Jaskier say hello again to someone they’d seen just minutes before, or completely ignore one of his bard friends at a festival until she came right up to him. “You don’t recognize people?”

Jaskier, who didn’t survive forty-three(ish) years without figuring out that this wasn’t normal, freezes and suddenly looks like a deer in the headlights. “Uh... no?”

“So if, say, Vesemir was to shave his beard, you might confuse him with Geralt?” Lambert asks.

“I’d... probably be able to tell from up close? Geralt’s taller.”

“Wow.” Lambert seems ready to tease him about it, but Eskel stops him.

“How did you never notice?” he asks Geralt.

Geralt just grunts. Jaskier answers for him. “I’m very good at making people feel like we’ve always known each other, I guess. Mostly I just buy time until I can figure out if I’ve met them before.”

The witchers have a million questions, but they never make Jaskier feel like he’s deficient somehow. Jaskier has always been ashamed of it, but to them, it’s just another quirk, like not being able to eat raw meat.

The next time they’re on the road, or at a festival together, Geralt is brooding just as much as usual, eyes darting this way and that, but before Jaskier can go and greet people (with his usual fake-it-till-you-make-it technique), Geralt stops him.

“Your friend Essi’s wearing a yellow dress with red accents,” he mutters under his breath. “Marx has a green doublet, that shade you hate. Avoid the man in the bright purple doublet and the brown pants, you slept with him last time and he threw you out. That woman at the right of the stage with the braid, she has a husband, you tried before.”

Jaskier gets so emotional that he can’t speak for a solid minute, and he ends up hugging Geralt instead. “Didn’t know you paid attention,” he says eventually.

“Just look at me if you’re not sure who someone is, I’ll tell you who to avoid,” Geralt says gruffly.

It’s not a perfect system, but Jaskier doesn’t offend a single person all day.

#the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #the witcher fanfiction #faceblindness #i'd like to have a spotter too please #i used to work at a library and when people came in after lunch #i had no idea if they'd been in that morning #i'd say hello and they'd be like uh i was here earlier #echo's fanfiction

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river-of-wine · 4 months

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I hate the attitude that so many people in the RDR2 fanbase have that gun = strong. When discussing the women - Abigail, Molly and Mary specifically here because they are who I was talking about when I was told these things - who are, to me undoubtedly, strong women who withstand horrible circumstances, I am told that no, actually, they’re not strong. Only women like Sadie are strong, or maybe Miss Grimshaw, on a rare occasion Karen, but always Sadie, because Sadie has a gun and she kills people with it.

I know I pin a lot of things on misogyny in this fanbase, but in a gaming space mostly full of men, you’re going to see a lot of it, and the way men and some women who like Sadie discuss her has always reeked of it to me. They reduce her down to only being a gun, taking away the actual depth and emotion of her character in favour of seeing her as one of the men, because she wears boy clothes and has a gun and she’s nice to Arthur, so she’s cool. Not like Molly who cries all the time and wants to die, not like Abigail who’s doing everything for a man, who aren’t strong at all despite what they have been through because they never go on a shooting spree, which as we know is the only thing that makes a woman strong.

The way Sadie is viewed by these people also completely diminishes the person Sadie actually is. I have so often found that Sadie is only held in such favour by certain men in the fanbase because she is the easiest woman to turn into a man, as it were, or they’re attracted to her. She dresses like them, spends most of her time around them, kills lots of people like them, and she’s still very pretty, so if you only value women for fitting in with men or for how attractive you find them, Sadie is the perfect candidate. She challenges plenty of men, but not Arthur, so she’s a good one, and she’s even got a more neutral stance on Dutch, so she’s doubly a good one, because now she’s not angry with the cool leader either.

This is not to say Sadie gets no hate. She absolutely does, and it’s all as unwarranted as you’d expect. Sadie has established skills with her gun, she’s going to be skilled with it when she picks one up, her and her husband shared the work as she says. She is rash and she has a short fuse, but her husband was murdered and she’s not going to be at all calm about that. Her final mission is optional. If you don’t want Arthur to go on that, don’t make him. She got a lot of people killed unnecessarily. She’s flawed, she’s very, very flawed, and she’s also not the only character to cause the deaths of innocent people during the game. But just as much as overly criticising her behaviour and looking at no motivations or reasoning she might have had, treating her more critically than you would the men, reducing her down to her flaws is an unfair view of her character, so is reducing her down to a generic cool woman character with nothing happening besides guns and chest, because that’s apparently all women are good for to plenty of the men in the fanbase.

The point of this ramble is just that Sadie is more than her gun, she has a whole personality in there, and while I do think it’s a shame that the entirety of her character was hinged on her revenge until the epilogue since it gave us quite a limited perspective on her, we still get to meet her properly when the epilogue comes around and she has mostly gotten over her grief. Sadie isn’t just a gun and her strength doesn’t just come from her killing lots of people, and there is no lack of strength in Molly, Abigail and Mary because they either kill very few people or none at all.

The strength these women have does not come from the bodies at their feet. Arthur Morgan isn’t a strong man because he kills people. Why is that only a condition for the women? Why does Abigail coming from being a teenage sex worker, a dangerous industry at the best of times, to a very young mother trying her best to keep her family together, to give her son a better life than she had not constitute as strength? What about that does not make her a strong person? Same for Mary, same for Molly. Both went through a lot of abuse, Mary did all she could to protect her brother and Molly’s drove her off such a frightened, paranoid edge, leaving her convinced everybody in the gang who she already knew weren’t the biggest fans at her were laughing at her, and yet she still went through multiple sessions of being sweater by the Pinkertons - who, I’ll remind you, treated Strauss rough enough to kill him - and didn’t say a word. How aren’t they strong?

They don’t have guns. Abigail kills Milton, but he’s a character you 100% hate by now. Mary and Molly never kill anybody. If your one condition for a female character being cool and strong is they shoot a lot of people, these three don’t fit that, but if that’s your condition for the women, that says more about you. Stop using Sadie Adler to back up your misogynistic feelings about the other women, she’d hate that

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #sadie adler #molly o'shea #abigail marston #mary linton #being annoying about the women again because I got comments calling only Sadie strong #like none of the other women are are the other three I mentioned are weak and only cool Sadie with her cool gun is strong #shut up and gain some media literacy please

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crazykitsch · 3 months

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Heyyy can you please write Hector x Reader were reader is a team mates little sister and her and Hector hate each other but then he gets a little hurt (like in the match against athletic club. He doesn’t get injured just a little hurt.) and then she’s all worried about him and then they confess their feelings to each other??

Hector Fort: playing with fire

pairing: hector fort x reader

warnings: none

❝My mom told me everyday to be careful of men. Because love is like playing with fire, it can get you hurt. My mom might be right, because when I see you my heart burns.❞

I’m sitting here alone and bored while my brother Joao Felix is training with the rest of the team. I’m assuming they’re done now since I see Joao, Lamine, Hector and Marc walk over. ‘Hi y/n.’ my brother says and I smile at him. I see Hector standing next to me and my smile fades.

‘No need for you to be so bratty about it.’ He says and I roll my eyes. He’s.. quite attractive- but then again so annoying. I don’t get how one person can always get on my nerves.

‘Roll your eyes further, hope they get stuck.’ He says and Marc says ‘If you want to see her roll her eyes you might need to do it in a less public place.’ Before I can even say anything I hear Joao say ‘Okay, this is our queue to go.. let’s go Y/n.’ and he walks away so I follow him.

We arrived at our families house and I sit on the couch. ‘You two would be cute together, you know.’ Joao jokingly says. I roll my eyes and say ‘You would look very cute in a casket, you know.’ and I can hear him laugh.

‘Are you still coming to the match tonight?’ Joao asks me and I nod yes. Whenever they have a home game I come with him to support him. We really like to annoy eachother but we’re also very supportive of eachother.

big time skip

It’s now saturday night, match time. The match started 1 minute ago and Guruzeta scored..

About 25 minutes later Lewandowski luckily scored and 10 minutes later Lamine scored!

Just when i’m having faith in today’s match I see Sancet scoring in the 49th minute making it 2-2.

5 minutes later I see Hector with the ball and Williams running towards him. Williams lightly tackels Hector but I can still see he’s a bit hurt. I feel a sense of worry grow inside of me. I know i’m supposed to hate him.. but I can’t help but like him.

Now its the end of the match, Barcelona lost 4-2.

I finally see Joao and the rest but I can’t help but walk towards Hector as I see he’s still a little hurt. ‘Are you okay? Did it hurt a lot? Are you still hurt?’ I say worriedly. He looks at me, smiles and says ‘Are you worried about me?’. I roll my eyes and say ‘Just answer my question.’

‘Im fine, don’t worry about it. Why do you care though?’ He says. I don’t know what to say so as usual, I just decide to roll my eyes. After we did that I accidentally make eye contact. I expected him to look away yet he didn’t.

We kept holding eye contact and there grew a certain tension. ‘Y/n? Why were you worried.’ he asks me and I can feel myself getting stressed. ‘I… ehm. Well I guess I sort of- maybe- have like.. well I think you are a tiny bit sweet and attractive.’ I accidentally say. I need to learn how to think before I act.

He smiles and says ‘Think? Or know? Because if you know then I might have to say something to you.’ i’m a bit confused now, so I say ‘Then tell me what it is.’ He replies ‘I think you are sweet and attractive too.’ Okay now im reaally confused.. but also a bit happy I guess? I can’t help but smile at his words and then I hear him say ‘Would you like to maybe go on a date with me?’ okay now my smile grew a bit bigger and I say ‘Yes.’ to him!

I can see Joao walking over to us and he says ‘What happened? Thought you two hated eachother.’ Now me and Hector look at eachother and smile.

A/n: William Shakespeare would be so upset if he read this..

#fc barcelona #hector fort #hector fort x reader #barca #la masia

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theodorecanaryhood · 9 months

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The ticking time bomb

Jason Todd x male! Reader

Warnings: violence, homophobia, sex and swearing

Everyone has a story and not every story is the same, in fact some or most stories can be similar, but details are varied for every person.

In all honesty, anyone who says they grew up with the ‘perfect life’ is full of shit, at least that was Jason’s POV to that.

He grew up in a toxic home with his dad Willis Todd, his gun and drug dealer grandmother, Faye, Jason had no idea who his birth mother was until he was 14, to which by this point he was living on the streets.

Scared, helpless, alone and desperate to stay alive in Crime Alley, Jason attempted to steal the wheels off the Batmobile. Batman caught him though, but instead of grilling the young teen, Batman convinced Jason to go into care - also, highly convenient, Bruce Wayne just shows up and adopts Jason out of the blue.

Not too much time later, Jason is the second Robin. Angry at the world for his upbringing and problems, he becomes a little too much for himself. Getting captured and tortured, eventually murdered by the Joker.

Tragic, really tragic.

Jason came back a different person after his resurrection, even meaner and angrier than before. Which just played into Jason’s psychopathic tendencies, along with his constant role as the victim.

That was before, Jason likes to think of himself a changed man. But how much can one person really change? That’s the real question.

‘Fuck’ Jason moaned out as he held his hard meat in his hand, wrapping his fingers around the base.

Jason had been tense and stressed AF lately and needed some release, typically as a single man, he only knew one way to do it.

Jason stared at his phone as he watched the video of the woman get bent over, the man in the video slid himself in with ease as she called out in pleasure.

Jason had a hard time focusing his full attention on the woman, he kept saying to himself in his head that the video was boring, she’s too loud etc…then he just lost interest and felt himself not hard anymore.

Scrolling through the hub Jason wanted something a little more interesting, typing into the search bar for ‘blowjob’ videos.

Hitting a video out of nowhere Jason found himself instantly hard again, jerking himself till he was empty of his seed and stress.

See, most people know early on who they are and who they’re attracted to. But, Jason was taken too young to ever have time to figure out. Also, due to his ‘manly’ father, Jason always told himself he had to be ‘normal’.

Scenes from Jason’s childhood popped into his head, his dad Willis had a guy on the floor beaten and bloodied, hitting him over and over.

‘Fucking fag, don’t show your face here again’ Willis boomed, hate crime was not uncommon.

Willis Todd was known to beat up any man or woman, did not hold back even more if they were gay, or not white.

Jason hated Willis for what he did and what he exposed Jason too. Hated it so much he felt sick, no literally Jason was going to vomit.

Shoving his head down the toilet he vomited hard as he felt the agony come to bay, Jason had watched in memory as he beat himself off to two men having sex. Enjoying it so much, Jason came. Really hard, and liked it.

It had happened before in a time similar to this, as Jason recalled he couldn’t focus on the woman in the porn video, so focused his attention to the guy. His sweaty abs, his biceps and the moans. He loved it, and Jason hated that he loved it.

Jason cried to himself as he came to realisation that he is, in fact, exactly what his father Willis hates. He’s gay.

Willis Todd was long in prison by this point and Jason is a grown man with his own life, but he couldn’t help himself but revert his mental state back to the 8 year old, that saw his Father in action.

‘Fucking queer’ Willis screamed as he bashed the man around the head, the baseball bat hitting the spots that could do some serious damage, if not kill.

‘Fuck’ Jason muttered to himself, looking back at his phone to see the video still up, and watching it again.

Jason liked it, he really liked it and didn’t want to accept that he did.

Some time went by, Jason had been dealing with his own problems, but he couldn’t deny that he was feeling isolated. His pain and deep homophobia was battling together.

‘Hey, what can I get you?’ You asked from behind the bar, Jason sitting down in front of you.

‘Can I just get a Corona please?’ Jason asked, a little shy as he stared at you. You smiled and nodded.

Jason hadn’t played scenes in his head so much in a long time, though he did like that it distracted him from the trauma of his death.

‘You look lost, something bothering you?’ You asked as Jason sipped his beer.

‘You ever just start to rethink your life? Like, the lessons your parents taught you were wrong but, you almost always fail to think different’ he asked, you nodded a little with a slight shrug.

‘I guess, but then my parents always told me to be myself and love everyone the same’

Jason smiled, for what felt like the first time in centuries. He actually showed teeth too, feeling himself blush Jason quickly straightened his face.

Jason kept coming to the same bar and always being served by the same bartender, though it was clear he didn’t come for the service or the drinks, he came because he slowly accepted, Jason began to get acceptance from himself.

After months, Jason was finally able to find courage to ask for your number, to talk to you when you weren’t serving him.

Hanging out a few times, Jason felt an attraction but never said anything. He hadn’t had a real friend since he was a kid and didn’t want to ruin it.

‘So, you been watching it? Season 5 is way better, it gets really dark’ you bubbled in excitement, Jason was binge watching a series on Netflix you’d suggested.

Jason just enjoyed the company, he also really enjoyed that he was watching new things.

Jason also found himself jacking off a lot more to gay porn, but this time he was picturing himself with you. Moaning out your name. Coming hard as he smiled.

Was it your h/c hair that pulled him in? Was it your voice? Your face? Or was it simply that Jason hadn’t touched a man his whole life? Probably all of it, but you’d never let on who you were into. Men or women? Both? Neither?

‘We really should hang out more, maybe go catch a movie or something’ you said as you walked to Jason’s door, leaving another hang out session.

Jason nodded as he smirked a little, getting the door for you.

‘I’d really like that y/n’ Jason replied as you leant in and gave Jason a hug goodbye.

It was the first time you’d hugged him and Jason shot right up, if you catch the drift, realising he 100% was into you.

‘Take care buddy’ you waved as you left, Jason awkwardly covered his crotch area with his hand as he shut the door.

‘Crap’ he mumbled to himself, feeling the need for yet another release as he stood hard in his pants.

As time went on Jason felt he needed to just be truthful, tell you the truth.

‘It’s been bothering me for so long, I haven’t said anything cause I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, but’ Jason began, you sitting opposite him at the table in Jason’s dining room.

‘What is it?’ You ask, concerned as Jason stopped himself, looking to the ground. Fidgeting with his sweater sleeve.

‘I like you a lot y/n’ Jason admitted, you smiled as you looked in Jason’s eyes.

‘I like you too’

Jason looked back as deep into your eyes as you did his, not hesitating anymore.

‘No, y/n I really like you, I mean I like you more than a friend’ Jason shyly told you the truth, you sighed and looked down to the floor.

Jason instantly regretted his decision and was aware he wouldn’t be able to take it back. You looked back up, placing your hand on Jason’s.

‘Took you long enough to admit it’ you chuckled, Jason looked confused.

‘What?’ He asked in shock.

‘I mean, you check me out a lot, you always try to cover your crotch when I come near you’ you smiled, Jason smiled softly.

Jason thought it sweet how you noticed it all but never said anything, as not to embarrass him. Jason also felt an overwhelming urge to touch you.

Jason leant in while placing his hand on your face, kissing your lips softly. You smiled into the kiss and pulled him in deeper.

Jason had mental flashes of his father, Willis, and froze for a second before abruptly pulling away. Making you pull away too in apology.

‘I’m sorry, I’m really sorry’ you urged as you held a hand out, Jason shook his head.

‘It’s fine y/n, it’s not you, I’m just not ready for…’ Jason tried to explain.

You understood of course, everyone has their demons. And Jason definitely had a fair share of them.

However, he still felt shameful about himself and couldn’t admit the truth. Not himself. Not completely.

Jason watched the same videos again of two men going at each other, bareback. Jason felt so much pleasure being released as he spilled on himself.

‘Y/n’ Jason whispered to himself, feeling the warmth as he pictured your face. Then felt the nausea return once again.

Jason couldn’t do it anymore, he couldn’t keep denying himself. Especially, as you began to notice that Jason was avoiding you.

Jason texted you to come over as he poured some shots down, bucking up his courage.

‘Hey’ you smiled as Jason let you in, him smiling at you and giving you a side hug.

‘Thanks for coming y/n’ Jason said as he handed you a beer from the fridge.

You both sat on the couch in the living room as Jason tried to voice a way to express how he feels, why he has been trying to make himself distant from you.

‘I was starting to think you weren’t interested anymore’ you broke the silence.

‘No, I do really like you still, it’s just, I’m not ready’ Jason took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours.

‘Not ready for what? A relationship?’

Jason heard his dad again calling out homophobic slurs, his mind drifted to a different night he could remember. Willis had beat up a 16 year old boy, and his boyfriend. Jason stood and watched. Not knowing what to do.

‘Jason? What’s going on?’ You asked, bringing Jason back.

‘I grew up in a really bad environment, my dad beat up a few guys because they were gay. He did other stuff too. I could never accept myself since then’ Jason admitted, you took a slight grip on his hand.

You smiled with empathy as Jason she’d a tear from his eye, he was scared of what would happen to him.

‘It was a long time ago Jason, you’re a better person. Nothing bad will happen if you say it’ you wiped the tear away with your thumb as Jason took a breath.

‘I’m gay, y/n, I like you and I want to take you out, as a date’ Jason sighed as you smiled a little.

You leant in and kissed Jason as he pulled you in tighter. For the first time, Jason was enjoying this kiss as he just thought about you, being there with him.

Jason was so hard and could feel you were too through your pants, he rolled over and sat on the couch with you sitting on his lap.

‘Oh, Jason’ you gasped as Jason began to lift your shirt over your head. Him lifting his off too.

‘Fuck, I want you so bad’ Jason growled as he sunk his teeth into your neck and collarbone.

You threw your head back as you slid off Jason and removed the rest of your clothes, Jason doing the same.

Jason sat back down while you sat on Jason lap, gasping when you saw Jason dick that was at least 11 inches.

The two of you made out more as Jason gripped your ass cheeks, biting you all over. Sure enough to leave a mark.

‘You sure?’ You asked sweetly as Jason nodded, pulling you in for another kiss.

You slid down again as this time to you went on your knees and began to kiss, lick and suck Jason’s length. Which stood right up, exposed for you.

Jason had been in these situations before, he’d had sex before…many times. But, he never did it with men. He could never get that far. Denying himself so hard.

Saying that, Jason had never experienced a blowjob like this before. He had read about the differences between getting blowjobs from men compared to women.

Apparently, it’s better from men due to men knowing what they like to get from oral. Jason didn’t know if it was true, but he guessed it must be as this was the best he’d ever experienced.

‘I’m gonna come if you keep doing that’ Jason chuckled as you looked up at him.

‘Is that so bad?’ You laughed, as you crawled back up Jason’s seated form.

You slid down Jason’s big, hard shaft and gasped at the sudden pressure. Breathing deeply as Jason filled you up.

‘You’re so fucking hot’ Jason breathed out as he began with a rhythm that worked for you both, you gripping the back of the couch.

‘Oh God, Jason’ you called out as you arched your back, while meeting Jason’s rhythm.

It was minutes of bliss as Jason sped up and slammed into you, you moaning in the pleasure.

Jason placed both his hands on your waist as you rode on his dick, you jerking yourself while Jason grunted beneath you. His hard dick filling every part of you.

‘Fuck, Jason’ you almost screamed as you shot your seed out all over Jason’s stomach.

‘Shit’ Jason smiled, still holding your waist as you breathed out in bliss.

Jason lifted his hips up in an unbelievable way that your pleasure hadn’t come to a close, Jason grunted and threw his head back as he felt the start of the big finish.

‘Y/n, I’m coming, I’m coming’ Jason called as he began to hit into you slowly as he emptied himself.

You both panted put in satisfaction as you moved over and sat next to Jason. Your naked bodies, sweat sticking to the couch and each other, you both smiled as you sat in silence.

Jason took your hand in his again as he turned his head to kiss you, which you accepted with no hesitation.

You rested your head on Jason’s shoulder as he began to internally scream in happiness, Jason could finally accept himself. And, he had you.

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Y/N rubbed his horse’s face in comfort, trying not to attract attention to himself from the other past winners of the Hunger Games. It doesn’t work so well. “Y/N.” The young man turned his head and was met with Finnick Odair’s sea green eyes. They’re possibly the greenest eyes that Y/N has ever seen. Greener than grass or the leaves in the trees. “Hello, Finnick. Or is it Mr. Odair?”

He chuckles and gets closer to him, tossing a sugar cube from his left hand and into his right. “Do you want a sugar cube?” He has his hand sticking out in offering, but Y/N doesn’t take it. It’s then that he notices that Finnick’s outfit left little to the imagination. “I mean it’s supposed to be for the horses, but I mean who cares about them, right? They got years to eat sugar, whereas you and I… Well, if we see something sweet, we better grab it quickly.” He licks it in a slow manner and tries to pretend like he’s not seducing Y/N with sugar.

Finnick Odair was as close to a living legend as you could get. He won the sixty-fifth Hungers Games when he was only fourteen years old. That already put him at a higher advantage than Y/N. His beauty was also the key to his success. Tall, athletic, with bronze skin and golden hair, Finnick Odair was a force to be reckoned with, despite his flirting attitude. He won the games with a silver trident that was given to him by sponsors. In a matter of days, the crown was his and the whole Capitol was drooling over him and his success.

Whatever the case, Y/N wasn’t going to allow Finnick to charm him like he had everyone else in his life. He was beautiful. Stunning. And if Y/N would admit it out aloud; he might even have fallen for him as well. But it doesn’t change the fact that he was the enemy and wouldn’t hesitate to kill or hurt Y/N the second he got the chance.

Y/N shook his head. “No, thanks. But I would love to borrow that outfit someday.” He looks down at Finnick’s outfit. If you could call it that. He was draped in a golden net that was knotted at his groin so he couldn’t technically be called naked, but he was as close to it as you could get. With a pretty ocean blue necklace and a shark’s tooth that hung for a cord. Finnick smiles and looks him up and down. “You look pretty terrifying in that getup. What happened to the handsome little boy suits?” He licks his lips, which probably drives most people crazy.

“I outgrew them.”

“You certainly did.” Finnick agrees. He steps closer and runs a hand over Y/N’s outfit. “Shame about this Quell thing. Now, you… you could have made out like a bandit in the Capitol. Jewels, money, anything you wanted.”

“Well, I don’t like jewels. Though, I wouldn’t mind a necklace as pretty as that one you’re wearing. And I have more money than I need, so… what did you do with all your wealth anyway?”

“I haven’t dealt in anything as common as money for years.” Finnick tells him.

“Well, then how do people pay for the pleasure of your company?” Y/N asked him.

“With secrets.” He told him softly. His lips were so close to Y/N’s, that could kiss him if he wanted. And he did. As shameful as that was to admit. “What about you, boy on fire? Any secrets worth my time?” His voice was smooth and husky and Y/N was sure this was how Finnick entrapped all those men and women into his bed. Y/N blushed, but tried to hold his ground.

“None that you would be interested in. Besides, everyone seems to know my secrets before I know them myself.”

“Unfortunately, I think that’s true.” He smiled sadly as he looked to his side."Though, Peeta and Katniss are coming.” He pops another sugar cube in his mouth and smiles charmingly. "Have a good day, Y/N. I’ll definitely be… catching you later.” He winks and saunters off, but not before he bends down to pick up an imaginary object that he dropped and shows off his muscle toned ass in his net outfit. All other Tributes look on in awe. Y/N looks away with a blushing face.

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ilongfor-the-arts · 2 years

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god i need more kirk smut on this app.. but also more slash smut.. I NEED BOTH

ok how about, it’s the guns n roses & metallica tour 1992 and just out of fun, we‘re james hetfield‘s sister, 23 years old. and we have a huge crush on kirk, but at the same time a huge crush on slash and we really can’t decide, i mean who can?!? they‘re both a 100000/10

so after on concert they all hang out a bit, drink some and the reader sneaks away with slash and kirk after staring at them for some time.

they end up having a threesome of course, whoooooo would have thought😮‍💨

The V.I.P Room

Pairing: Slash x fem! Reader x Kirk Hammett

Warnings: smut, language, threesome, overstimulation, oral (f receiving), slight voyeurism, degradation, riding

Summary: *in request*

Word Count: 6.2k

I didn’t go to the strip club post concert to watch the dancers. I didn’t go to the strip club post concert to drink a bunch of alcohol (although I indulged occasionally). I went to a strip club post concert because I knew it would give me a chance to gawk at my two crushes while they were both totally engrossed with the performers onstage.

First, there's Kirk Hammett. He's a sweet gentleman I’ve known for ages. Who couldn't have a crush on him? He was completely appealing, a total sweetheart, but there was a smoldering spark behind his eyes that told me he meant business.

My gaze was drawn to Kirk's exposed collarbone. The top few buttons on his shirt were left open, giving an onlooker a hint as to what was underneath his clothes. I watched as he drew the third cocktail of the night to his luscious lips, his adams apple seductively bobbing as he gulped down his drink.

And then there was Slash. Slash was everything Kirk wasn’t. Slash was danger. He was sensuality in its finest form. Everything about him radiated sexual tension from his wild hair, to his deep eyes, to his relaxed demeanor that made a girls mind run wild with possibilities.

He wore nothing underneath his jean jacket, exposing his beautifully sculpted chest. Slash’s top hat hung down, his curly locks completely covering his eyes. Fortunately, they were sitting next to each other on the semicircle leather couch, allowing my eyes to move freely between them with ease.

My attention had been drawn to them the entire night. I prayed they hadn't noticed, but my mind was so spacey that I wouldn't sense if someone smacked me upside the head.

They had noticed.

They had undoubtedly noticed me.

But I hadn’t noticed that they noticed me.

If that makes any sense.

God my mind is so jumbled.

I’m rambling.

I sat at the very edge of the couch, not wanting to disturb the men's conversations. Some things were better left between individuals of the same gender.

“You want another drink sis?”

James was standing in front of the group, behind the table, taking drink orders. I averted my gaze from my crushes to meet James's. He pointed towards me, patiently waiting for me to speak. I cast a glance at my empty drink on the circular table.

Another?

I suppose I don’t get tipsy very often.

Why not?

“Sure! I’ll have another!”

I said cheerfully. James flashed me a smile before redirecting his attention towards the group.

“Alright you guys I’ll be back shortly.”

I returned my gaze to the two men. They were talking, their lips moving quickly as if they were discussing something important.

Huh. I wonder what they’re talking about?

James quickly returned with a large tray full of drinks for everyone. The club was particularly crowded tonight, which I despised. The sounds were far too loud, and the flashing lights hurt my brain. Furthermore, everyone here smells like stale alcohol and bad cologne.

The boys were no exception. If they weren’t famous they’d fit right in with the rest of the club goers. But there was something so enticing about rock stars that made almost anything they did classy. Or at the very least, extremely attractive.

I gulped my drink down, the alcohol not even rattling my brain as I was now too far tipsy to mind the taste.

Kirk was slightly more poised than Slash, with his back against the couch and his hands folded, resting between his crossed legs. Slash was completely relaxed, his posture slack, and his legs spread wide.

“Hey James!”

Kirk called. James sat on the opposite end of the couch. He cocked his head to the side, responding to Kirk’s call.

“Yeah?”

James called over the loud din of bar patrons.

“Could you run to the liquor store? Buy a bunch of shit in bulk for us. We need something good for the after party.”

James cocked a brow.

“Um. Sure I can do that… if that’s what everyone else wants.”

All the other band members happily agreed.

“Yeah why don’t you do that for us James.”

Slash chimed in.

“I’m gettin’ bored of this fucking place anyway.”

James stood, taking a long swig of his beer to finish it off before slamming the empty bottle on the table.

“Sure. No problem.”

James glanced towards me, flashing me a wink.

“Don’t miss me too much sis.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Get outta here.”

When I waved him away, laughter erupted all around the couch. James chuckled before turning and vanishing among the growing crowd.

“Hey Y/N!”

Slash called. I whipped my head to the side, unable to find Slash’s gaze under the dense mass of curls covering his eyes.

“Can we talk?”

Oh my God.

He wanted to talk with me?

What the hell.

This couldn’t be happening!

“Sure!“

I exclaimed, far too excitedly to avoid suspicion. Slash smirked as he stood to his full height, shimmying between the people and the table until he was free of the cramped space.

He walked past me and into the club's far hallway, where the VIP rooms were located.

He simply wants a quiet place to talk.

I scrambled to a stance and followed Slash, leaving the last few sips of my drink in the glass. The large top hat atop his head made him easy to spot among the thick crowds.

“Sorry.”

I bumped into someone’s shoulder.

“Sorry!”

How did Slash circumnavigate the crowds so easily?

He disappeared around the corner.

Shit!

I pushed past the last of the stray people, rounding the corner to see Slash, smugly leaning against the white wall. The music had died down. Everything was becoming more quiet, secretive, and enticing.

“What did you want to talk about?”

Being in such an intimate situation with Slash made my heart race. I stuffed my shaking hands into the back pockets of my jeans.

“Why don’t we talk in here?”

Slash pushed open one of the various doors that lined the plain walls, cocking his head to the side as if to encourage me to enter.

As much as I wanted to be in a private room with Slash, I couldn't help but be skeptical. I caught a glimpse of the luxurious red couch and marble floors, trying not to let my mind wander too far from reality.

“But that’s a VIP room. I was under the impression you have to pay for those.”

I said with a slight chuckle, trying to lift the thick tension in the atmosphere.

Slash shrugged.

“I know the guy who owns this club. He’ll make an exception for me.”

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Okay…”

My voice trailed off.

Holy shit.

What on earth was going on?

I couldn’t let my nervousness get to me. He probably just wanted to talk… right?

Holy fucking shit who am I kidding?! This is Slash I’m talking about!

“Are you alright?”

Slash asked, his tone laced with sarcasm rather than concern. I shook my head, clearing the haze from my brain.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine.”

I said with a tight smile. Slash chuckled.

“It’s alright Y/N. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I clenched my jaw, brushing his words off and making my way through the threshold and into the VIP room. I was afraid that if I indulged in a conversation with Slash, it would quickly go off the rails.

I glanced around the room.

God.

So many sexual things have happened in this room.

“Y’know Slash, I didn’t think she’d agree to this.”

Holy shit.

I turned around to see not only Slash but Kirk Hammett as well. Slash gently closed the door behind him, the loud music and banter drowning out as the lock clicked into place. They both turned in unison, two sets of eyes now on me.

What?

What in the hell was going on right now?

Slash smirked, crossing his arms over his exposed chest.

“I never had any doubts. She’s been eye fucking us all damn night. She’d do anything we asked.”

My entire body was numb. My cheeks became cold, blood draining from my face as my shoulder sagged.

I was limp.

What the hell.

This couldn’t be happening.

“What the hell is going on?”

I asked through my teeth, voice quivering meekly. Kirk laughed, rolling his eyes while he leaned nonchalantly against the plain walls of the otherwise luxurious VIP room.

“She still doesn’t fucking get it Slash.”

He stuffed his hands into his jeans' front pockets. Slash joined in on the laughter, forming a small chorus.

“What don’t I fucking get?”

I asked, still feeling as if I was completely in the dark.

Unless they meant…

No, no that’s definitely not what they fucking meant.

They were going to tease me, make fun of me a little for being so adventurous with my gaze.

Yeah.

That’s what they were going to do.

Then we'd all laugh it off and return to the table to drink some more cheap alcohol. We’d go to whoever's house for the after party and get completely shitfaced. I’d have a wet dream about them that night and wake up with a throbbing cunt. Maybe I’d get off to the thought of having both of their cocks buried inside me later, but under NO circumstances was I going to fuck them both tonight.

It just wasn’t possible.

The universe did not intend for this to happen to me. Fate doesn’t allow glorious shit like this to occur. Real life doesn’t allow glorious threesomes. That’s shit that happens in romance movies or far fetched books.

They both just… stared at me, their expressions devious. Whatever they had up their sleeve was calculated methodically.

“Isn’t it completely obvious?”

Slash asked.

No, not to me it wasn’t. My mind was running with possibilities yet I couldn’t land on one that would satisfy my question.

What the hell was going on?!

“Would you guys stop beating around the bush and just tell me what the fuck is going on!”

My tone had a hard edge to it. I was growing annoyed. My hands balled into tight fists at my sides.

Come on, I’d had it with the fucking foreplay.

Slash moved his hand slowly and silently towards the doorknob. My gaze was drawn to his movements, breath catching in my throat as his long fingers twisted the lock into place with a deafening click.

Holy shit.

Holy fucking shit!

I was now locked in a room with the two men I had been drooling over for the past two hours!

“Well I thought our intentions would be obvious by this point…”

Kirk spoke. My gaze snapped upwards. His voice was relaxed, far too relaxed. His body hung in the air, as if he could move rapidly at any moment. He was waiting for the right moment to execute whatever scheme they were hatching.

“But since you seem so fucking oblivious I suppose we could spell it out for you-“

Slash chimed in to the conversation.

“Hey, she’s getting agitated Kirk, why don’t you just give it to her straight.”

Jesus, were these men trying to kill me?

I’m sick of these mind games!

I could see they were getting off at tormenting me. They couldn’t hide the subtle smirks playing at the corners of their mouths.

“Basically we’re both gonna fuck the shit out of you.”

Slash spoke so calmly.

No way.

No fucking way.

I stood, my mind and body in inertia as I struggled to process the harsh gravity of what was just said.

Slash moved behind me, wrapping his strong arms around my waist and drawing me into his firm chest. The breath was knocked from my lungs in a short gasp as my back collided with Slash’s front. Kirk glared in my direction, arms crossed over his chest, his gaze fixed on Slash's movements. As he brought his lips to my ear, Slash's thick curls tickled the back of my neck while he whispered seductively against my earlobe.

“Why don’t you take your clothes off for us baby?”

My arms hung limply to my sides, my brain jumbled and unable to direct my body. Slash pressed me against him for a brief moment before gradually releasing his firm grip on my waist, his warmth leaving me in a cool wave. I kept my gaze fixed on Kirk, my eyes following him until his shoulder brushed against mine and he vanished from my peripheral vision. Kirk's heavy boots slammed against the smooth marble floors, the deep noises abruptly halting as he took his place on the opulent leather couch next to Slash.

Despite the fact that I could easily imagine the scene, I didn't want to glance behind me. My breathing was even, and my gaze was fixed on the black lines dancing in the white marble.

The shock of the situation hadn’t set in yet.

I felt numb.

A loud click echoed throughout the eerily silent room. One of the boys was smoking a cigarette.

“Come on baby. Don’t tell me you’re gettin’ all shy on us now.”

Slash spoke once more. Kirk remained silent.

I cast a glance over my shoulder at the two boys, noting their close proximity on the couch. Slash was very relaxed, with a cigarette hanging from his lips and one of his converse propped up on the glass table. Kirk tried to maintain his cool. He rested his torso against the back of the couch and spread his denim clad legs. But his demeanor had a hard edge to it, indicating that he was nervous beneath his faux calmness.

I turned my body around until I could stare comfortably at Slash and Kirk. I prayed they wouldn’t have me dance on the pole. That situation would result in nothing but embarrassment. Thankfully, they both gave the long metal pole zero attention. Their gaze was fixed on me as they patiently awaited my next move.

Slash smoked his cigarette until the bright embers faded into gray ash. He leaned forward and pressed it into the metal ashtray, twisting the stump a few times to ensure the flame was fully extinguished. Slash snatched the top hat from his head and placed it atop the glass before returning to his relaxed position. Kirk’s gaze didn’t falter. His mind was turning.

“Come on baby, how are we supposed to fuck the shit out of you if you won’t take off your fucking clothes?”

Slash smirked, his white teeth contrasting with his tanned skin. I drew my t-shirt from the waistband of my jeans and pulled it over my head, hesitantly.

The shock had now fully set it.

My heart was rushing around my ribcage like a racehorse on steroids. I didn't even try to hide the tremors in my legs. The two men were keeping a close eye on me, and I knew they'd pick up on my anxiety whether I showed physical signs or not.

I kept my eyes fixed on the floor. The moment my bra dropped to the ground, my stomach flipped, a sudden onset of nausea washing over me. It was the strangest emotion I had ever experienced. I needed to get out of this room. Yet, I wanted the situation to progress further.

After a moment of consideration, I decided my desire to get fucked was far greater than my want to chicken out. Besudes, when would I ever get the chance to fuck both Slash and Kirk Hammett?

I took a moment to breathe before slowly unbuttoning my jeans. The fabric was loose enough for it to slip down my legs without much effort. I now stood bare besides the thin fabric of my panties hiding my most sensitive area from the two men’s casual gazes.

Damn.

They had both done this before.

The men sat before me as if they were casually watching a sporting event. Their steady heartbeats most definitely did not correspond to the racing pulse throbbing within my ears. But in this vulnerable state, I began to imagine things.

My hands dropped to my sides, my mind briefly lost in thought. I'd never caught Slash or Kirk in such a sensual scene before. And there was only a thin layer of clothing between my naked body and theirs.

What would Slash’s rough hands feel like pressed against my breasts?

How would Kirk’s long fingers feel buried knuckle deep inside of me?

Which one of them moans more frequently?

Whose cock could fill me up better?

“Alright baby that’s enough undressing. Come sit on my lap.”

Slash’s relaxed tone snapped me from my daze.

Shit.

Had I been staring at the wall this entire time?

Fuck I probably looked like a total idiot.

No time for worries now.

Slash smacked his leather clad thighs, inviting me to sit. I gulped, my nervousness completely transforming into desire as I knew Slash’s hands would be on me the moment I sat upon his thighs. The heat from my face melted away, traveling downwards until it pooled within my lower abdomen.

I approached Slash, turning and gently placing myself on his lap. I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, but the sticky leather made it difficult. I moved my hips against Slash’s pelvis, stopping with a sudden gasp when I felt his bulge growing. One of his arms wrapped around my waist, immobilizing me. Slash ran his opposite hand tenderly along the top of my thigh, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Stop moving.”

He demanded with a low growl. Slash’s hand moved gradually towards my core. I took a shaky breath and glanced downwards to watch his movements. My fingernails dug into the denim covering his arms, clenching hard as Slash gently felt my wetness through my panties.

He chuckled against my ear.

“My God baby, you’re so fucking wet. Does the thought of getting fucked like a whore turn you on?”

Slash mumbled raspily, his calloused fingertips finding my clothed clit. I threw my head against Slash’s shoulder, back arching away from his chest while my jaw dropped.

Slash found this extremely amusing.

“My God you’re so desperate.”

Slash dragged a finger along the inner waistband of my panties.

“How would James feel if he walked in and saw this?”

Slash raised his voice. His words were now aimed at Kirk rather than me.

“I think he’d have a fucking heart attack.”

Kirk's voice was surprisingly stable. I would assume he was nervous based on his lack of action.

But who am I kidding.

Kirk is just as much of a rockstar as Slash.

Slash scoffed.

“I’ve done my part for now. You wanna taste her while I hold her down for ya?”

Slash’s finger stopped. He tugged my panties down my thighs, and I shifted my hips to quicken the process. Slash groaned, the friction against his bulge making his cock twitch within his leather pants.

He stopped yanking when my panties reached midway down my thighs. Kirk kneeled in front of me, grasping the fabric and pulling it the rest of the way down my legs. Slash’s thick curls brushed against my cheek, his eyes anxiously watching Kirk settle between my legs.

Kirk threw my knees over his shoulders. Slash wrapped both of his strong arms around my waist, squeezing me into his chest and incapacitating me. Kirk began to drag his lips along the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, sending chills down my spine as he moved slowly towards my soaking wet cunt. His mustache created a delicious sensation against my skin that made my pussy throb with anticipation. Kirk stared at me through his thick lashes, observing my pleasured expressions change as he neared my core.

He buried his face between my thighs, engulfing my swollen bud with his gloriously warm mouth. I arched my back, only to be stopped by Slash’s firm grip.

“Fuck!”

I exclaimed, clutching Slash’s denim clad arms. Kirk flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue, my thighs instinctively crushing his skull. My head fell back against Slash’s shoulder.

One of Slash’s arms released my waist. His hand became entangled in my roots, and he utilized the grip on my hair to thrust my face forward.

“Why don’t you look at Kirk while he eats you out. It’s the polite thing to do.”

I watched Kirk intently, his dark black hair standing out against my thighs. My legs shook as he mercilessly flicked my clit with his wonderfully skilled tongue.

Kirk hollowed his cheeks, the suction on my clit increasing tenfold. My chest now heaved with every strangled breath. The pleasure was consuming me, wrapping around my entire body and constricting until I couldn’t breathe.

Kirk held my thighs in place, his large hands wrapping around my plush thighs. Both of the men’s strong grips completely paralyzed my bottom half.

It made me feel helpless, small, completely at their mercy.

And I fucking loved it.

The fact that they could do whatever they wanted to me whenever they wanted sent a rush of heat to my core.

Slash placed a gentle kiss to the soft skin above my jugular.

“Look at her fucking face Kirk. Look at how fucking desperate she looks.”

Kirk glanced up at me, and I could instantly feel him smirk against my cunt as he relished in my fucked out expression. His mustache brushed against my clit, creating delicious friction that had me on the verge of cumming.

Slash held my head in place, his lips sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin covering my jugular. I released Slash's forearms, reaching for Kirk's hair and tangling my fingers in his curly roots to keep him in place.

My stomach was pinched tight, the sensation almost painful. I tried to keep my orgasm at bay, not wanting to end the delicious pleasure Kirk was giving me.

“Are you gonna cum baby?”

Slash mumbled against my neck, his mouth sucking bright purple marks into my flesh.

“Yeah… I’m gonna cum.”

My orgasm was leaking into the corners of my eyes, leaving me partially blind with desire as my release threatened to spill over the edge at any second.

“Can you cum on my face, pretty girl?”

Kirk spoke.

He fucking spoke!

His raspy tone sent me into a frenzy, the movements of his tongue not faltering.

“Yeah…”

My voice trailed off into a sigh as my orgasm ripped through me. I could only squeeze my eyes shut and increase my strong grasp on Kirk’s hair as I came all over his mouth.

I quickly became a moaning mess, my chest convulsing as I desperately tried to fill my lungs. My lower abdomen clenched as Kirk gave a few lazy flicks to my clit with his tired tongue, bringing me down from a freight train of an orgasm.

“How does she taste Kirk?”

Slash asked, stopping his attack on my neck to glare between my thighs. Kirk dragged his tongue from base to clit, tasting my juices. I groaned softly, my overstimulated cunt ready for a break (that I knew I wouldn’t be getting anytime soon).

“She tastes fucking amazing Slash. You wanna try?”

Slash chuckled.

“I’ll taste her eventually.”

Eventually?

Was he hinting at a sequel?

“Just let me fuck her first and I’ll consider us even.”

Kirk pulled away from my core, his lips and mustache shining with wetness in the low light of the VIP room.

“Be my guest.”

Kirk said, a large smirk plastered on his confident ass face. He gently sat my legs back down upon Slash’s thighs, my sweaty skin clinging to the leather. Kirk stood, flashing me a wink and smile as he made his way to the lavish red armchair at the opposite end of the couch.

“You want me to fuck you baby?”

Slash loosened the grip on my hair, allowing my neck to go limp and my head to fall back against his shoulder. His raspy tone pushed all thoughts of Kirk from my mind.

“Hm? You want me to fill you up?”

I clenched my thighs together at the mere mention of being fucked into the couch.

“I bet my cock would feel really fucking good inside your pretty little pussy.”

I sighed shakily.

“Please Slash just fuck me already.”

He chuckled, and the slight movement of his pelvis brought his insanely large and prominent bulge to my attention.

“If you say so baby.”

Slash grabbed my waist and threw me to the opposite end of the couch. My head smacked against the armrest, the brief sting of pain dissipating as I noticed Slash kneeling before me. I propped myself up on my elbows to catch a glimpse at Slash’s slow and seductive movements. His hands reached for his silver belt buckle, which he slowly undid while maintaining intense eye contact with me.

“Keep begging.”

Slash demanded, his tone stern as he tossed his belt to the side. His hands moved to push his jean jacket down his arms as the buckle clinked loudly against the marble floor.

I ran my tongue along my bottom lip, my eyes drifting along Slash’s bare chest partially concealed under his jacket.

“Please fuck me Slash.”

“Keep going.”

He dropped his jacket to the floor with a soft thud, his hands now finding the waistband of his leather pants.

“Please fuck me Slash.”

I gulped, a large lump forming in my throat.

“I need your cock inside of me.”

My cheeks flushed hot as my eyes caught the first glimpse of dark pubic hair that was now exposed. Slash continued to push the waistband of his leather pants down his legs, raising up on his knees.

“God you have such a dirty fucking mouth.”

His cock now sprung free from its confines. Slash shuffled off the couch and stood for a split second to drop his pants the rest of the way down his legs and kick off his Converse.

He now stood, fully bare, rock hard cock on full display for my hungry eyes to drink in.

Slash climbed over me, his hair draping around our faces and whisking us away to a private place where we could fuck in peace. His lust blown eyes were fixed on me, memorizing every inch of my fucked out face before rocking his pelvis forward.

I could feel his rock hard cock pressing against my lower abdomen. Slash hiked my legs around his thin waist, his swollen tip insanely close to where I desired him most.

“Please Slash.”

I begged.

“I want you to make me cum.”

I threw my arms around Slash’s broad shoulders, pulling him closer and encouraging him to make the next move.

He smirked, grasping his length with one hand and gently dragging his tip between my wet folds. The aching in my cunt had returned. I bucked my hips instinctively against Slash’s cock, hoping to quell the insane pulse of pleasure within my lower abdomen.

“Stop being so fucking desperate you dirty whore.”

Slash growled between his teeth before slamming into me. His cock stretched my walls so far that I feared I would rip in two. My body convulsed. I gasped in pleasure, arching my back into Slash’s sweaty chest.

He gave me little time to adjust. Slash pulled back before snapping his hips forward and burying his cock balls deep inside of my wet cunt. His tip instantly found my needy g spot and I moaned loudly, jaw dropping in pleasure.

My brow knit as he slammed into my g spot a second time, the wet sounds of sex erupting throguhout the otherwise quiet room. Slash viciously grabbed my jaw, holding my chin in place as he relentlessly fucked me into the soft couch.

“No baby… I want you to fucking look at me while you cum all over my cock.”

Slash’s tone wasn’t breathy in the slightest. He was confident, extremely assertive while his swollen tip banged my g spot every time he bottomed out within me.

I gave him a subtle nod, fully succumbing to his assertiveness. My breasts rocked with every thrust, the coil in my stomach tightening rapidly.

“Slash… you’re gonna make me cum.”

Slash maintained intense eye contact with me, the rapid movements of his hips not faltering.

“Cum on my cock you dirty whore.”

I came, allowing any expression to wash over my face as I released my orgasm around Slash’s thick cock.

I expected him to slow, to give me a break after his relentless fucking.

But he didn’t.

Slash drew back, his hands wrapping around my waist and flipping me onto my stomach. My breasts flattened against the soft cushions, overstimulated cunt screaming for release. The bright red fabric of the couch was the only thing visible by my anxious eyes. I wanted nothing more than to look over my shoulder and watch as Slash’s face as he fucked me. But his hand found the back of my head.

He grabbed my hair and slammed my face even further into the cushions. I screamed, the couch muffling my noises. My hands scoured for anything that could be used as leverage, eventually settling on digging my nails into the cushions.

“God you’re such a whore for me. I bet you were thinking about my cock pumping inside of you all fucking night.”

My spongy walls clenched around Slash. My entire body seized, begging for a break. But Slash’s opposite hand found my waist and pulled me back to meet his thrusts, his cock slamming into my g spot once more.

“God you love being fucked like a little slut. Your pretty cunt is absolutely dripping for me.”

My abdomen clenched, orgasm on the brink of washing over me.

“You're gonna make me cum baby. I’m gonna cum inside you.”

Slash’s cock twitched inside of me.

That sent me over the edge.

My walls hugged his cock as I orgasmed for the third time this night. I moaned loudly against the couch cushions, my muscles sore from numerous convulsions.

Slash came with a deep grunt, his hot cum coating my overstimulated walls. I groaned as I felt his release fill me to the brim.

This time, he slowed, allowing me to come down from my post orgasmic haze.

“Alright Kirk. It’s your turn with the cock slut.”

Slash pulled out in one fluid motion, leaving me with a sudden sense of emptiness. Our combined juices dripped down the backs of my thighs, my pussy clenching with desire to be filled again. I hovered over the couch, my hands pushing my torso upwards once Slash’s grasp released from the back of my head.

I cocked my head up and glanced around the room. My gaze was drawn to Kirk. He shot me an intimidating glance, his legs crossed to presumably conceal his prominent erection. Slash's weight lifted from the couch, and he began to redress himself, flashing me sensual glances through the corner of his eye every few seconds.

I locked my gaze on Kirk for a few moments, watching as the gears inside his head turned. He deliberated over his next move.

Kirk rose slowly and walked over to the couch. He stood behind the armrest, staring down at me with blown black pupils. Kirk gently cupped my face with his calloused palm, the pad of his thumb running along my cheekbone.

The way I had to cock my head almost completely backwards to meet Kirk’s gaze made me feel so… submissive.

He thrusted his thumb between my lips. I took it into my mouth, swirling my thumb sensually around the pad and hallowing my cheeks to increase the suction. Kirk groaned. My eyes drifted downwards until they caught his prominent erection straining against the fabric of his dark jeans.

I moaned against Kirk’s thumb, my mind wandering to the glorious things he could do to me with his cock.

“I’ll let you ride my honey.”

Kirk’s deep voice jolted me from my stupor. I snapped my eyes upwards to reconnect with Kirk’s sensual yet intimidating gaze.

“Would you like that? Hm? Would you like to ride my cock?”

A rush of heat ran to my core.

Yes.

I would like that.

I nodded, nearly gagging as Kirk thrusted his thumb deeper within my throat.

Kirk smirked.

“Alright honey.”

Kirk released his thumb from between my lips with a loud pop. He moved in a semicircle around the couch, his gaze fixed on me. I didn't move, nor did I look at him. I waited until Kirk assumed a position and called my name, signaling that it was time to escalate the situation.

I shuffled around until I kneeled before Kirk. His head was propped atop the armrest, his body completely relaxed as he waited patiently for me to make the next move. I inhaled shakily, the sudden control a stark contrast to the way I was thrown around just moments before.

Kirk rested his open palms against his thighs, his smoldering gaze edging me on. I instinctively crawled over him, straddling his hips, the thick leather belt digging into my inner thighs. My hands reached for the collar of his shirt as Kirk’s hands settled atop my spread legs, rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh of my thighs. I began to frantically unbutton his shirt, gradually exposing more of his chest.

Kirk's eyes were boring into my skull, following my every move. When I reached the last button, I threw both sides of his shirt to the side, exposing his entire torso. I shifted my hips to gain friction for my throbbing cunt. The cool metal of his belt buckle pressed against my sensitive clit, sending a jolt of cold pleasure through my nerves. I sighed, the prominent bulge in his pants now teasing my entrance.

“Keep going baby. I wanna feel you around my cock.”

My hands traveled from his chest, down between our bodies, anxious hands shakily undoing his belt buckle. I yanked the smooth leather from the loops, tossing it to the floor. His jeans now the only barrier between me and his rock hard erection.

My hasty fingers undid his fly, hurriedly pulling the tough fabric down his thighs to allow his erection to spring free. The lack of underwear only heightened the desire to have him buried inside me. I tugged his pants down just enough to free his cock and give us both a comfortable fucking experience.

Kirk’s grip on my thighs tightened as I grasped his rock hard cock and lined it up with my soaking entrance. Kirk glared at me, his crushing eyes telling me he was the one truly in control.

I sunk down on him, his cock pleasurably stretching my walls. He wasn’t quite as girthy as Slash, but he was long enough to brush my g spot almost instantly.

“Fuck.”

I groaned, throwing my head back as my hips began to move instinctively against his pelvis. Kirk’s hands traveled from my thighs, to my plush hips, where he assisted me in grinding atop his painfully hard erection.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous honey. You look so pretty riding my cock.”

Kirk watched me, his eyes traveling over every inch of my exposed body. Eventually halting when he reached the place where our bodies connected. He groaned, dull nails digging into my hips. The swollen tip of his cock brushed against my g spot every time my hips slammed against his pelvis.

“Fuck Kirk… you feel so good.”

I mumbled, my open palms holding my torso upwards by resting atop his pectorals. My words sent Kirk into a frenzy. He braced his feet against the couch, thrusting his hips upwards to meet the changing movements of my pelvis.

My juices were lubricating his cock, dripping down his length to ease the upwards thrusts of Kirk’s hips.

I squeezed my eyes shut, neck falling limp as I allowed Kirk to take full control of the situation. My thigh muscles grew sore, the slight pain adding to the growing sensation of pleasure building within my core.

“Fuck Kirk. I’m gonna cum.”

Kirk sighed.

“You look so pretty honey. Cum all over my cock.”

My lower abdomen was tight, ready to release all over his length. I moaned loudly, walls clenching around Kirk as I came.

I threw my head backwards, exposing my neck for Kirk’s hungry eyes as I fell into an overwhelming state of euphoria. His cock twitched within me, releasing his hot cum moments after I orgasmed.

I came down quickly, Kirk’s hips faltering before he finally relaxed agaisnt the plush couch. My eyes fluttered open, catching sight of Kirk’s sweaty face and lust blown eyes.

Our chests heaved in unison as we became accustomed to the wonderful sensation of post orgasmic haze.

“Good job you two. I loved the fucking show.”

I threw my head over my shoulder, catching sight of now fully dressed Slash sprawled out upon the armchair.

“Now let’s get back before James sends a search party for his whore little sister.”

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violinn · 4 months

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i’m so fucking tired of all this complaining about the mean girls movie musical.

1) it’s the musical, not the original movie, so if you havent seen the musical before, things are going to be fucking different because ITS NOT THE MOVIE !!!!!! they dress different, they act diff, they talk diff, even the dynamics are a little diff.

2) people need to stop acting like the decision to make regina gay is the most angering, out-of-pocket thing in the world, because it fucking isn’t. people are acting like it’s the most absurd decision ever, and it isn’t. if you’re really that fucking upset over it, then the movie was obviously not fucking made FOR YOU. nobody is forcing you to watch it. (and i’m sure renee rapp would not want the $0.001 she makes off of your view)

istg, all i see everyday is all of these identical looking twinks complaining about how out of pocket it is, and how it doesn’t make any sense. if it was the opposite, nobody would be complaining. if aaron was gay, everyone would think it’s so cool. if there was a remake of like any other movie and they made a man gay, tik tok and everyone else would be so excited, praising it for its ingenious and its creativeness. but as soon as it’s a lesbian, people flip out. gay men have no issue iconizing all these women, until they’re lesbian.

so, here is me directly addressing some of these points that these people are making:

“it came out of nowhere” - did it really? literally the main conflict between the two sides in the movie is because regina told everyone that janis was a lesbian, and janis was like extremely hurt about it, even how many years later. it would make sense that the falling out had something to do with regina having feelings for her, or something along those lines

“regina was into aaron” - did you even watch the movie? like honestly, seriously, did you? she isn’t even into him. even if she dated him, it’s like one of the most common things for lgbtq people to have dated the opposite sex, even if they aren’t attracted to them, either for appearance, or simply not yet knowing, and this is like the most prevalent in teenagers. regina, in all honesty, did not seem all too into aaron when you look back on it. she used him quite literally as a pawn in front of cady’s face. she sat there in the one scene and purposefully used the fact that they were dating to aggravate cady. also, why are we acting like it isn’t a thing to be bisexual? she could literally just be bisexual. (just saying, y’all never seem to deny comphet when it’s a man 🙄)

“there’s no way an entire school was bullied by a lesbian” - WHAT? i’m sorry but what. i don’t even know what point this person was trying to make, but even so, they completely missed. aside from all of the things i could pick apart about this statement, i thought it was like a running joke that usually the popular bully in high school, usually turns out to be closeted (male or female). like not even saying that this is true, but this is like a popular generalization and joke, so this point doesn’t even make sense.

finally, reneé literally said she isn’t explicitly gay. she said it was just her vibes. people are getting this mad over a character who is just the slightest bit hinted about being a lesbian.

just leave it the fuck alone. let gay girls be happy over the slightest chance at representation, because we all know that gay men get almost all of it.

thank you

- a girl who likes girls and reneé rapp, who just wants a little bit of representation in something popular.

#renee rapp #mean girls #mean girls musical #mean girls movie #rant #lgbtq

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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months

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Your body dysmorphia post has me Thinking.

Sephiroth and Genesis bodies are ultimately, very much for show.

Sephiroth is built for precision and agility, his blade and skillset meant for quick efficient culling of large groups of enemies or getting to weak spots on monsters. Like a scalpel. His muscles are mostly for his image, rather then from actual training. The mako makes sure he doesn't need as much physical mass for strength.

Genesis is similar. He's naturally slender, and his image is VERY much appearance focused. I mean hes a magic caster above all, so he's built for speed and dodging.

But Angeal? Angeal is all brute fucking force. That man is STRONG and built for it. You see wrestlers and professional strongman with his build, people meant to hit hard and move weight around. He's like an ox. He puts weight on differently then the other two, and he's a foodie! (Also there's probably something with growing up in relative poverty and then not being there anymore.)

And it is honestly inevitable that they're going to be compared. Their the three Firsts, they're seen together a LOT in pr events and such. And its even more inevitable Angeal is going to compare himself as well.

Angeal's phisyque is impressive and I don't doubt Genesis envies him for it sometimes. He's strong and puts on muscle easily, which I imagine is extremely valued in SOLDIER. I agree, the comparisons are inevitable and I could see it affecting all three of them (even Sephiroth, who could favor Gen and Angeal's more "human" looks over his own).

I beg you to forgive my mini rant under the cut. I fell down a rabbit hole, got keyboard-happy, and want to share my thoughts with you lol.

Assuming the east-Asian male beauty standards are the same in the FF7 world, Angeal is essentially friends with two of the most⏤if not the most⏤attractive men on the planet. He would have grown up seeing Sephiroth and Genesis receive praise and admiration for their looks and constantly being compared to them.

I’m not sure what influenced Angeal’s character design exactly, though we can say that Sephiroth and Genesis’ designs are in contrast to the Western ideals, Genesis more so because he was based off of Gackt (specifically Gackt in the 2000s), which means his design adheres to the east-asian male beauty standard. The two are so contrasting because the east-Asian male standards promote more androgynous and softer looks as opposed to the West’s fixation on hyper-masculinity.

I would say Sephiroth is a mix of both. While his design is inspired by Japanese historical figures and features that give him that “bishonen” appeal, his overall design is pretty masculine. He’s tall and muscular. His body, overall fits into the West’s standards while his face is ethereal enough for us to fit it into the east-Asian standards. Aspects that the West would consider effeminate such as the long hair actually used to indicate a warrior’s class. Funnily enough, long hair as a symbol of masculinity used to be a thing across many cultures, not just in Japan.

The thing about Angeal is, he is attractive. He fits the Western male beauty standard down to a T with traits such as being tall, having a muscular build, square jaw, and facial hair. But if indeed the FF7 world’s equivalent of male beauty is the same as Japan’s… Well, maybe getting compared to Sephiroth and Genesis gets to him.

Don’t get it wrong, the comments about his appearance are usually positive, but they’re always about how “strong and ripped and big” he is. Not to mention he constantly gets told how much older he looks than Sephiroth and Genesis despite being the same age as them.

He doesn’t feel attractive, he feels useful. He sees his body as a tool to get his job done. He has the body of a warrior, a Soldier. It’s built for fighting. The problem is, he’s constantly compared to his friends—the same friends who get compared to angels. They stand out, they’re pleasing to look at. He may be at an advantage with his brute force and ideal masculine physique, but—and I cannot stress this enough—men are not immune to body image issues and eating disorders.

I’ll admit that this headcanon partially stemmed from comments I’ve seen about Angeal’s appearance within the fandom. Some people think he’s ugly, which is fine, no one is forced to find anyone attractive. But I imagine the hurtful comments and the constant comparisons to his “more attractive” friends could hurt Angeal if he were to see them in his day to day life. He may be an enhanced super-soldier, but he's still human.

Again, please forgive the word vomit. I just have so many thoughts on this lol

#angeal hewley #ffvii crisis core #ff7 crisis core #ff7cc #asks #tw body dysmorphia #tw body image #tw body issues

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thestobingirlie · 5 months

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transfem stevie with gay eddie having her as his 'exception' massively gives me the ick. it makes me feel that people writing transfem stevie like this don't really consider her a girl.

im trans and if someone who was attracted to my agab told me i was the exception, i would run for the fucking hills. because i would constantly be questioning if they saw me as my gender, or just as a variant of my agab.

it’s also just unnecessary. they’re making up a problem, and then solving it by saying “all women disgust him. oh except for his trans partner”

eddie isn’t gay in canon! he’s not anything! they could make him bi, if the author desperately needs him to be attracted to men. it also just ends up being too much about eddie lol. i don’t care about his sexuality deliberations. i’m here for stevie!!! when she’s getting her turn!!! when do i get to hear about her gender explorations!!!

(obligatory, yes, i have no doubt that couples exist like this in real life! and yes, sexuality and gender are complex. but this is fiction, and that complexity is very rarely going to be captured in the short span of writing the fic has.)

#transfem steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #stranger things #asks #anon

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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year

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The Other Wheeler 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Wheeler!Reader

Word Count: 4722

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Sunday is your day off and also conveniently Waynes day off too. You had offered time and time again to Eddie the night before when he told you that you could find somewhere to go so that they can hangout without you in the way but he insisted you didn’t have to leave. You even asked Wayne himself when he got home, since you and Eddie had still been up, if he wanted you to leave so you wouldn’t be intruding on whatever time they normally have together. He had insisted you wouldn’t be intruding and that it would be nice to get to know his nephew's new friend.

So you woke up early this morning, ignoring Eddie’s complaints for you to just go back to sleep and dodging his body seeking arm, to head to the store to pick up stuff for breakfast, making sure to go out the porch door so as not to wake Wayne. You grabbed what seemed to be enough eggs, bacon, sausage, and bread to feed a small army before heading to checkout. The only thought going through your head being the want, the need, to show these two men how grateful you are for them allowing and accepting you into their space.

When you come back in through the porch door Eddie’s stretching and coming out of the bathroom. He jumps a bit at your entrance but is quick to take the bags out of your hands.

“What’s all this Princess?” His voice is full of sleep and it’s quite possibly one of the most attractive things you’ve ever heard.

“I’m gonna make you guys breakfast as a thank you.” You follow him into the kitchen looking into the living room area to see if Wayne is still asleep. “Should I wait until he wakes up?”

“Nah, Wayne can pretty much sleep through anything. I mean he’s used to living with me so you don’t even have to whisper.”

“Okay. Where do you keep your pans and spatulas and stuff?”

“Spatulas are in the holder in the corner there.” He points over his shoulder at the corner next to the fridge while bending down to open the bottom cabinets. “I’ll get a pan or two.”

“Do you have like a long skillet or something for the meat?”

“Yep coming right up Princess. If you need a bowl to whisk the eggs they’re in the cupboard to the left of the sink.”

You reach up to grab one after getting both a whisk and a spatula. When you turn to face Eddie again he’s setting up the skillet and the pan for the eggs on the stove top built into the counter. You step around him to start unpacking the bags at the counter looking into the living room.

“What are you doing?” You ask as he grabs a pack of sausage from in front of you.

“Helping, you didn’t think I’d let you do all the work yourself did you?”

“Well yeah, I’m the one making the thank you breakfast, not you.”

“Fine I’ll just stand here and watch I guess.” He puts his hands up in surrender backing away from where he was dumping the sausage onto the skillet.

“Thank you.” You turn away from him to focus on the eggs waiting to be cracked and Eddie sneaks back into his previous position once you’re not paying attention to him anymore. “Now how do you like your eggs?”

When Wayne does wake up only about fifteen minutes after you start making breakfast it’s to the laughter coming from the kitchen. When he opens his eyes a smile forms on his face at the sight in front of him. Eddie’s standing at the stove, you next to him the two of you laughing as you try to push him away. Eddie’s smile reaches his eyes as he says something that Waynes still waking up ears don’t catch. He hasn’t seen his nephew this happy in a long time, even his music hasn’t been getting him quite this happy for the last month or so. He’s been in a bit of a rut and by the looks of it he’s starting to come out of it thanks to you.

“Seriously, Angel eyes cut it out!” You laugh while trying to push him away again.

“I'm not doing anything, what are you talking about?” Wayne stands and he can see Eddie rolling sausage and flipping bacon while staying rooted in place.

“What’s all this now?” You jump and let out a shocked gasp as Wayne speaks up.

“Y/n’s making us breakfast.”

“I’m trying to at least.” You shoot a look at Eddie before looking back over at his uncle. “We didn’t wake you up did we?”

“Nah I could sleep through a tornado and not wake up till I was in Oz. What’re you making?”

“Eggs, toast, and since I wasn’t sure what you guys liked more sausage and bacon. Eddie said you like your eggs scrambled so I just made a whole bunch but if you want I could make any other kind or even like an omelet or something.”

“Scrambled is perfect.”

“Perfect!” A smile forms on your face to match Waynes before realizing that Eddie’s moving the eggs around in the pan and jumping into action to stop him. “Eddie! I’m serious stop that.” You take the spatula from his hand and hip check him out of the way so you can take over.

Eddie lets you shove him out of the way this time so he can get the toast that just popped up out of the toaster. It’s the one job you’ve let him have cooking, mainly because you didn’t notice it until the first two pieces popped up and let it go because it kept him away from the meat. Really you appreciate him trying and wanting to help instead of just wanting to do it all himself almost as much as he appreciates you wanting to make both him and Wayne food. If you were home trying to make breakfast your mom would probably be shooing you out of the kitchen so she can take over so you’re happy to be welcome in his.

“Wayne, do you want sausage or bacon?” You ask him while grabbing one of the plates that Eddie got down for you. He’s quick to make his way into the kitchen to take it out of your hands.

“Don’t worry about that hun. You went through all the work of making this for us, we can serve ourselves.”

“Okay.” You back away moving to gently steer Eddie to stand next to his uncle to get food next. He grabs a plate forcing it in your hand and moves you in front of him, his hands gentle on your shoulders. Eddie shakes his head as you open your mouth to argue.

“You go first Princess, I have to get the show ready anyway.” With that he backs away and opens up the doors on their small tv stand to search for the right season.

“Eddie’s been watching The Waltons with me every Sunday since he got me the show.” It was a birthday gift to Wayne from Eddie because they watched it a lot when he was growing up. The minute he saw a bundle of every season for sale at Starcourt, before it went up in flames, he didn’t think twice before taking it up to the counter.

“That’s nice.”

As you sit on the couch watching The Waltons with Eddie and Wayne listening to the two of them talk to each other you can’t help but become nostalgic for when you, Nancy, and Mike would watch cartoons together. The three of you would pile on the floor in front of the tv instead of on the couches so you were as close as possible. The three of you had your favorites Nancy's being Scooby Doo Mike’s being Tom and Jerry and yours being The Muppet Show but you all enjoyed them and being around each other.

Later on, a little after lunch which had consisted of Wayne making sandwiches, there’s a knock on the door of the trailer. Wayne gets up to answer it, figuring it'll just be one of the kids Eddie’s friends with. But Eddie has a moment of confusion wondering who it could be because all his friends know that Sundays are his and Wayne’s day.

“Is Y/n here by chance?” The sound of your mom's voice has you standing up and stepping towards the door. Wayne moves out of your way so you can take his place in the doorway going to sit next to Eddie.

“Hi mom.” You step out shutting the door behind you so your conversation doesn’t interrupt their show.

“It’s time to come home honey.”

“Is he ready to go back to being civil?”

“I can’t promise anything, your father is…difficult. But we’ve had many conversations about things he shouldn’t say or do and he seems to be ready to apologize.” You know that when she says conversations she means fights, you’ve witnessed enough ‘conversations’ growing up to know that.

“How’d you know where I was?”

“Mike told me.” You glance around her at the car and find Mike sitting in the passenger's seat. He waves at you when he notices you looking at him. “Now why don’t you go get your stuff and come home with us?”

One of the things you love the most about your mom is she’s never been one to force you to do anything. Every time she’s come to get you to come home she’s always left it up to you and in the end that’s one of the reasons you always give in and go with her.

“Yeah, okay. But if he’s still being a dick I can’t promise I’ll stay.”

You don’t say that you mean you’ll move out and you don’t have to say it. She knows. Mike had gotten home Friday night and called his dad an asshole on his way to storming up to his room. Karen had followed him up after sending Ted a look to leave it be to find him sitting on his bed digging the palms of his hands into his eyes. She recognized the position immediately, it was how Mike’s tried to stop himself from crying or breaking down for years now. She shut the door behind her so no one would be able to listen in before sitting next to him and pulling him into a hug. It was then that he broke down over feeling like he doesn’t know you well anymore and brought up how you told him you’d move out now. That night they had their biggest fight in years.

“I understand. We’ll meet you back at the house, take your time saying bye.” She brings you into a tight hug before heading back to the car.

When you enter back into the trailer you send a smile Eddie’s and Wayne’s way before beelining towards Eddie’s room to get all your stuff together. It’s not long before he’s in the doorway watching you.

“I guess you’re going home?”

“Yeah, but we’ll see how long that actually lasts.” You roll your eyes as you zip the duffel up and standing. “She says he’s ready to be civil but as of Friday he still wasn’t ready to let me back in the house. I don’t really see him changing his mind so quickly.” You step past Eddie checking to make sure your toothbrush is in the side pouch as you speak. “Don’t worry though if I do have to leave again I’ll go bother Steve or Dustin so I’m not invading your space again for who knows how long.” Eddie opens his mouth to argue but Wayne beats him to it.

“You wouldn’t be invading our space kid. Whenever you need a place to stay you just come right over, you’ll always be welcome.” There’s something in the way he says it that has your eyes tearing up and you’re hugging him before you even realize you’re doing it. When you go to pull away ready to apologize for throwing yourself at him he holds you to him tighter in such a dad type of hug that you’re not used to you start to cry.

Eddie stands there shocked at Wayne hugging you. It’s not something his uncle does to just anyone and he doesn’t even really hug Eddie much anymore now that he’s an adult, an adult in high school but still an adult, and they’re both busy. The most he’s gotten recently have been quick side hugs.

“Sorry.” You murmur as you pull away, wiping your tears.

“It’s fine, no harm no foul. You don’t gotta apologize for your feelings.”

“Thank you, both of you, for everything.”

“You don’t have to thank us for something like this. But you’re welcome. Eddie, why don’t you walk your friend to her car.”

“Yeah, yeah alright.” He picks up your duffel that you dropped and grabs your hand as he passes by you. You wave back to Wayne as Eddie leads you out of the door. “You want the duffel in the back seat or the trunk?” You open the driver's door and unlock the rest of the car.

“Back seat is fine, thanks.” You stand in your open door while he tosses it in, not yet feeling ready to leave.

“Come here darlin’.” Eddie grabs your wrist and pulls you into a hug, you’re quick to wrap your arms around him feeling at home.

“What if I get home and I have to go straight out the door again Eddie?” You ask after a beat of silence in his arms.

“Then you’ll come straight back here and we’ll figure out your next steps. Whether that be when we start looking for your own place or how you’ll be able to get to the point of being civil with each other again.” You’ve discussed with Eddie a bit this weekend about how if you and your dad keep being at each other's necks you’ll just move out early, you’ve saved up enough for it. He’s all for it if it gets you away from how you’ve said he treats you, he even offered you the side of his bed and space in his closet if you needed it. “Wayne and I will be there for you okay?”

“Okay.” You nod, still not unwrapping yourself from the warmth of his embrace. His arms tighten around you in sensing you need a good hug right now.

You stand there wrapped up in his arms while you feel the worry slowly leak out of you. Eddie seemed to have the effect of making all the bad feelings you have go away, it was extremely comforting and something you’re going to miss being around all the time the moment you get in your car and drive away. So you postpone letting go until the chill in the air seeps into your bones and you start to feel bad for keeping Eddie out in the nippy end of September air.

“Get back to Wayne and your show.” You speak as you move away from him. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Call when you get home and let us know how it went.”

“I will. Thank Wayne again for me alright?” He nods and you get in your car waving as you drive off.

When you park in front of your house you sit in your car for a solid fifteen minutes preparing yourself for anything you could be walking into. Whether it be an apology, a silent nod in acknowledgement, or another fight you wanted to be ready for it so in the worst case scenario you didn’t let him see how much it affected you. You’re really hoping it’ll just be the second option or some form of it. You turn from grabbing your bag from the backseat just in time to see the curtain to the living room window fluttering shut. As you’re heading up the walkway the door flies open and Mike’s wrapping his arms around your shoulders in a bear hug. You freeze for a second before securing your arms around him and reveling in getting a hug from your brother in what feels like the first time in forever.

“Sorry I told mom where you were.”

“It’s fine, she was gonna find me eventually anyway. What’s he been like this weekend?” You speak into his chest wondering to yourself just when exactly he sprung up like a weed.

“They’ve been fighting a lot, but today he’s been pretty quiet. I think she might’ve finally broken him down.” One thing you could always count on was your mom digging in and breaking him until he was forced to be compliant and civil with you.

“Does he know where I was?” You don’t care if he knows but you feel like if he knew you’d get a snide comment here and there considering his reaction to you just hanging out with Eddie.

“I don’t think so. I didn’t tell him but Nancy or mom could’ve.”

“Okay.” You take a deep breath in before backing out of Mike's hold. “How’s Holly?”

“She asked about you a few times.” You smile as you walk up to the door.

You adore your six year old sister, the only sibling who seemed to want anything to do with you until recently when Mike started being interested again. When you are home you dedicate what time you can to forming a bond with her. Sundays being your only day off of work usually means you take her out to do something whether that be going to a park, the library, or sometimes, rarely, even the movies. You’ve been a little bummed about missing out on this Sunday but being around Eddie and Wayne was a great distraction from it. Maybe now that you’re back you’ll still be able to take her out for a little bit.

You walk in the door with Mike hearing your mom moving around in the kitchen. You pass your dad in the living room where he’s sitting in his chair and reading his newspaper side eyeing him ready for him to say something but he doesn’t even look up. It’s not the best case scenario but it’s close enough.

“Hey mom.”

“I’m glad you’re home hun. I’m making your favorite for dinner to celebrate.” She pulls you into a side hug and you can’t help but smile.

“That sounds great. Where’s Holly? I was thinking I could take her to the park or something for a little since I’m home.”

“She wouldn’t stop crying and screaming about not going anywhere today so Nancy took her out.” Your smile falters a bit while you worry about her starting to want to spend time with Nancy instead of you now.

“Alright, I’m gonna go unpack. I'll be back down for dinner.” You place a kiss on your moms cheek before fixing the strap of your duffel and heading upstairs.

Once you’re in the safety of your room with the door shut you collapse onto your bed, bag left abandoned by the door. Your bed is so much comfier than Eddie’s but you find yourself missing the warmth that he provided. As you lay there debating whether to unpack or pick up the phone in your room and dial Eddie’s number to let him know you made it back okay you hear the front door open and Nancy’s voice stating that her and Holly were home drifts up the stairs and under the crack in your door. You’re quick to abandon both options and hurry to see your favorite little girl.

“There’s my Hollipop!” She yells your name in excitement as she runs into your arms just as you crouch down.

“You’re back?” Nancy asks as she looks over at you.

“Yep! Until further notice so you won’t have to miss me anymore Nancy pants.” She throws her head back and groans before heading into the kitchen. You miss the smile on her face as you turn immediately back to Holly.

“Where’d you go?” Holly looks up at you with her big blue eyes and you can’t help but be glad that you’re back home because it’s not like you can see Holly at school the way you see Mike and Nancy.

“I just stayed with a friend for a little bit, Pumpkin.” The one thing you’ve always been glad your father did was he never really blew up on you in front of Holly. She was always normally out of the house or in bed already. The last thing you wanted was Holly having to be around the yelling because you know how much it sucks from your years of listening to your parents fighting. “Where’d you go today?”

“We went to the park.”

“Did you have fun?” She nods and you pick her up, settling her on your hip so you can take her into the dining room where you’re sure Nancy is helping your mom set the table.

“But Nancy didn’t want to play with me.”

“She didn’t?”

“She sat the whole time with papers in front of her.” You roll your eyes knowing she probably paid more attention to her homework than her little sister but not wanting to judge her for it.

“Well next Sunday we’ll go to the park and I’ll play with you the whole time okay?” She nods enthusiastically beaming at you and you poke her nose before setting her down in her seat and turning to your mom. “Want me to go get Mike for dinner?”

“If you could.” You nod before heading back upstairs and knocking on his door.

“Come in!” You open his door leaning on its frame as you find him sitting on his bed the comic you got him earlier in the week in his hands

“Time for dinner Mikey Mouse.” He smiles when he looks up and sees you arms crossed with your own relaxed smile happy to see you happy at home even though he knows it probably won’t last long.

“Alright.” He closes the comic and swings his legs over the side of his bed to get up. “What’re we having again?” He swings his arm around your shoulders bringing you with him as he heads down the hallway.

“Four cheese pasta with chicken. Race you down, loser has to get food last.” You jab him in his side to give yourself a head start.

“You’re such a cheater!” Mike laughs giving you the headstart the same way you would give him it when the two of you were younger and you were still taller and faster than him. Ultimately because of that you beat him into the dining room sticking your tongue out at him as you skid to a stop a second before he can catch up to you. Your mom brings the food out to the table as the two of you take your seats, Mike opting to sit next to you instead of across from you this time.

“Ted! Dinners ready!” She calls for your father and you can hear the newspaper rustle before he comes into the dining room making his way across the room to his seat. Once your mom sits down he gets food first before it goes to Nancy and your mom who serves herself and Holly. After you pile the pasta onto your plate and start to hand the big bowl to Mike you mouth the word loser to him causing him to stick his tongue out at you in the same fashion you did not long ago. You expect your dad to say something about how much you scooped from the bowl like normal but he’s oddly silent.

“How was the rest of your week Y/n?”

“It was actually really good!” You pause eating to turn and answer your mom. “I passed the quizzes I’ve been studying for and they’re talking about making me a manager at the shop.” You shrug as if becoming a manager isn’t that big of a deal and look down at your pasta moving it around with your fork waiting for your dad to say something. When he’s still quiet you decide to keep going. “Eddie and I finished our project already even though it’s due in two weeks. There really wasn’t much else to do at his trailer after I’d get back from work.” You and Mike both look at your dad after you mention staying with Eddie, ready for whatever he has to say about it but he just continues to eat as if you haven’t said anything at all.

“That’s nice sweetie. Did the Munsons treat you well?”

“Oh yeah. Eddie’s nothing but a sweetheart and his uncle Wayne did nothing but treat me like a part of the family the whole time I was over.” Your dad scoffs but doesn’t say anything at your words and you finally understand what’s happening making you smile into your food. “How has the newspaper been Nance?” Nancy launches into what it was like in the newsroom this week and you get away with finishing your food without talking about yourself again the rest of dinner.

“Hello?” Eddie’s voice comes through the receiver after only the second ring.

“Hey Angel Eyes, I’m not interrupting yours and Waynes time am I? I can call back later if I am.”

“Of course you aren’t darlin’, we’ve been waiting for you to call.” You can practically hear his smile in his voice causing one of your own to appear on your face. “What took you so long, is everything alright?”

“Yeah everythings fine. Sorry I didn’t call earlier, by the time I was getting ready to Holly got home and I went to see her and then it was time for dinner.”

“You don’t have to apologize for anything. There’s nothing wrong with you waiting to call.” His words were more reassuring than he would ever know after what feels like a lifetime of apologizing and defending your choices and actions and you let out a small sigh leaning against your headboard. “Is your dad still being an asshole?”

“Yes but it’s tolerable. He does this thing after mom really gets on him about being civil where he just acts like I don’t exist and completely ignores everything I say or do. So that’s what he’s doing now.”

“Darlin’ that’s awful. Do you want to come back to the trailer?” The worry laced in his voice throws you off for a second not used to someone caring so much about you. And the way he says it like ignoring you is the worst thing a person could do causes your heart to skip a beat.

“It’s fine really. I’m used to it and really it’s like the best case scenario over here.” You pick at the fuzzies on your blanket as you speak and shrug even though Eddie can’t see you. “I’ll probably get like two weeks of him not causing any trouble or interacting with me out of this.”

You don’t dare bring up how it had originally started when you were younger as a way to punish you when you were still young enough to want his attention. Even though that fact wants to burst from your lips because one thing about Eddie Munson was he made you feel like you could tell him everything and anything. He made you feel safe for once in your life and you wish you were back at the trailer instead of the house where you only felt you could be yourself in the privacy of your room.

“I wish you didn’t have to deal with that at all. You deserve so much better than that being your best case scenario.” The way he’s so definitive when he says that has you tearing up.

“I’ll let you and Wayne get back to your show, I’ve got some homework that’s due Tuesday but wanna get a head start on because of work.”

“Alright I’ll see you tomorrow Princess.”

“See you tomorrow Eds.” The both of you hang up fighting the urge to tell the other I miss you.

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Sam Coe Alphabet

CW: 18+, Minor's DNI.

Lots of filthy...filthy things below for ADULT EYES only.

Saw this kind of post for Astarion and felt the immediate impulse to create one for Sam Coe. Only it was like 2am and I needed to sleep.

So, instead, @5oh5 and I fused our brains (as we apparently do) and worked on this list for about 5 hours, on and off. It was such a fun, entertaining and brain-rotting time!!!

Below, we present for you what we think are the abc-D's of Sam Coe:

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

No matter how you two pleasure each other, the aftercare with Sam is always soft, loving and focused on you. He showers you with compliments, will physically clean you if you are too tired, get you prepared for bed, and cuddle and hold you until you fall asleep.

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of their and also their partners)

Favourite body part on his partner, I would say lips. Not only cause he always looks at them and thinks of how much he wishes to kiss them, but also because he wants to see you smile, you laugh, you purse your lips at a particularly bad, yet hilarious, joke of his.

Favourite on him? I think that is a bit harder to say and I honestly think that Sam has some insecurities with his body having grown a bit into a dad bod. I see his younger self being absolutely ripped, having appetite suppression from all the drug use, wanting to stay fit for all the action he was finding himself seeking, and also for all the sex he engaged in.

Then with Lillian, the depression that came from that, the drinking that must have come along with it (without the drugs to suppress his appetite) brought him into a bit of a dad bod. Then his focus was on Cora and not his physique but he is secretly very insecure and does not think of himself as attractive (idiot).

I think his hair and his eyes are probably the ones he outwardly comments on when asked? If he really had to come down and choose something, he would, very awkwardly, admit his arms.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Soft or Dom Sam loves cuming inside of you, there is no way around it. Not a full-blown breeding kink, as I don’t think he is actively seeking to have another kid, but he loves seeing his cum drip out of you after he climaxes. (also with his new S/O I do truly see him being open to having or adopting another child if it was what his partner wanted & Cora would be stoked to have a sibling.)

Dom!Sam also loves to see you covered in his cum, over your face, mouth, chest, stomach, ass...all of it.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I take Dirty Secret two ways. One is the absolute filthiest thing he has sexually done and the other is what he perceives as the ‘dirtiest’ or ‘grossest’ thing he could request from his partner.

Sam’s most pleasurable sexual experience was during one of his bingers on Neon. He’s never told a soul until you, but it was just him being used by numerous, numerous, men and women. By the end, his body was numb, covered in marks, filled and covered with cum, and had been completely drained himself. Claims he slept for a few days straight after that day and couldn’t walk straight for a few more after.

I think Sam greatly struggles with his bisexuality, in that he has been taught to be ashamed of it. His father probably always had his son on the track to marry a woman and Lillian would have taken offence that she wouldn’t be enough pleasure for Sam. Because of this, I think this ‘Dark Secret’ would come out in two ways:

If romancing someone without a penis, he will awkwardly and very hesitantly open up about how he enjoys anal stimulation, and how he would enjoy it every once in a while for you to fuck him with a strapon, but fully expecting you to refuse and for this request to potentially break up your connection/relationship.

If romancing or pining for someone with a penis, I think he would be very hesitant to openly engage and admit his feelings for them—at least the first individual able to naturally give him this stimulation as he has never fully allowed himself to explore that in combination with love.

Obviously both of these things are nothing for Sam to be ashamed of and it’s with his S/O’s open acceptance he slowly gets rid of the shame behind these desires.

E = Experience (how experiences are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Tons, Sam knows exactly what he is doing and honestly does not give any hints about his sexual prowess until you are in the moment, finding yourself in a new position or with Dom!Sam pushing the envelope. But just because he has a lot of experience doesn’t mean he has to do everything under the sun with you, he is happy to stick within his partner’s wheelhouse of comforts and kinks and doesn’t feel dissatisfied if they don’t explore out of that. He never pushes you to try anything you don’t want and is very conscious, even when being a Dom, to not overstep what he may perceive as your boundary.

The only time he does allude to his sexual experience and prowess is in his relentless flirting, egging you on in ways he knows make your insides turn, before playing it off like he is unaware of everything he is doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Soft!Sam = Missionary. He wants to see the face of his lover as he gives them pleasure. He wants to be able to caress their skin, look at them as he gives them constant praise, and tell them how much he loves them, how they deserve the universe twice over. He wants to be able to kiss you, to allow you to feel how much passion, appreciation and affection he has for you.

Dom!Sam = Breeding press. Similarly, he wants to see the pleasure on his partner’s face, but in a position where they are beneath him and pinned against his weight. He wants to see your legs spread, your open mouth, to see and hear your desperate moans. He would also pull out just to see your hole pulse from the pleasure. He would also hold you in that position after letting himself go inside of you, just to watch his cum slowly slip out, only to push it back in with his fingers or cock, or both, and have you lick them clean after.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? Etc.)

Dom!Sam has no place for games or humour.

Soft!Sam, however, enjoys cracking a good joke when teasing you or warming you both up. I think that it also depends on how much love and affection he is feeling for you in that moment. If it’s overwhelming, he would immediately slip into giving you praise and affection and drop the playfulness. If it’s spontaneous sex, and you are giving into the banter, I truly see it going for as long as both of you can keep it up.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Sam takes great pride in his mane, or at least he does now.

Originally he only learned about a hair routine to help Cora with her curls and to make sure she didn’t get a lot of frizz, but then she started nagging him about taking care of his own hair, eventually starting to do it herself which forced Sam to take on the routine himself so that Cora wasn’t worrying about him in that aspect.

He uses hair oil, has some specialized combs to reign in his curls and keeps it all tidy under his hat.

For his body hair, he 100% has a tummy trail and hair on his pecks, forearms, legs and a little back hair. He 100% manscapes and keeps the area around his crotch and balls clean-shaven—solely for the reason that he doesn’t like his pubes getting in the way of seeing him fuck you or your pretty face enjoying taking his cock. He also loves to see your cum and precum glisten on his skin and the feeling of your warm flesh against his with every thrust.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Intimacy for Sam extends far outside of being ‘in the moment’ and sexual gratification or pleasure. He sees every moment with you as intimate and romantic. He would love to be the domestic one in the relationship, just so happy to finally have another person who he can care for besides Cora—someone who chose to be with him. He would love to shower with you, wash you, help you get ready for bed when you were really tired, keep the ship tidy and clean and cook for you and Cora.

Side note...when he cooks he totally has a waist apron on and whenever anyone gives him shit for it, he always asks if they want to cook instead. When they turn down the offer he always mutters ‘Yeah, that’s what I thought. Lay off my fashion choices if you want dinner.’

Also, when you are both alone, he likes to cook in nothing but that apron.

During Sex? Either Soft or Dom Sam has nothing but love and appreciation for you and shows it either through his vocalized affection as Soft Sam or with his details and astute aftercare and praise while dominating you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When Cora was still a baby, he did it as a stress reliever but as she got older and more aware, he almost entirely stopped. When he needed to get some level of release, he found that the shower was the best place. It allowed him some privacy, ensuring Cora wouldn’t see or hear and a contained place to clean up afterwards.

When he meets you, however, he finds himself having a more frequent need for release as you plague his mind with all the positions he could have you in, or you have him in. I think he would also add in some anal stimulation when he was deep in his lust for you – either in the shower if he has enough time or at night at The Lodge when he knew he had extended privacy to indulge in such pleasures while moaning your name.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinds)

I think Sam’s kinks vary from his time being a smuggler and partying on Neon and when you meet him in the game/post having Cora.

Overall, his biggest kink would be a praise kink—both giving and receiving but mostly engaging in giving. And this praise kink resides outside of bedroom activities too. Every time he sees you after any amount of time away it is a small gesture of a smile full of love and pride to full-blown showers of words of worship along with loving and affectionate kisses and touches to your body for you to feel his praise.

Dom!Sam would greatly enjoy bondage, ropes, blindfolds, restraints, gags...the works. What he engages in depends on how deep and dark he desires to Dom you, however, he rarely gets to the point of degradation—save for the very few and far-between moments when he needs to let out his pent-up frustrations 😉

And during Sam’s time at Neon...I honestly think he wouldn’t have given enough shits about himself, his body or contain any level of self-respect for himself. This led him to not really care what he engaged in, so long as it left him feeling something at the end of it. Or he was just too plastered out of his mind to be aware of what was going on or being done to him.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

I think Sam would have a few...maybe a top 3.

Your shared bed. That is your sanctuary, the place where he always ensures to be devoted and tender with you. He refuses to dominate you in such a space as he sees it as the one area where you both can be soft and open and loving with each other.

When you touch down on a new planet. Taking in the new wilderness, seeing all the new wildlife and minerals, skylines and landscapes gets Sam excited—both at the thrill of exploration and of conquering something new. Always with you two travelling alone, he finds a place to take control and this will be the place where he is almost always dominant. If it’s a planet that has an atmosphere, then he will find a cave or covered place outside. If you need to be inside of a space he either hunts for an abandoned building or clears out some spacers—using the adrenaline to fuel his dominant actions and further both of your pleasures.

Moments of significance within your relationship. Places that mark milestones and memories that were tender or special between you two, often enjoying going back to that place or a place that was reminiscent of it and reliving whatever experience you both shared there, being soft, dom or sub Sam.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Pleasing you. Literally nothing else, he is motivated to make sure you have had the most pleasure you can handle or want.

He also gets turned on by his domestic behaviours, taking care of you outside of sex, your praise and thankfulness for that care he gives. Your praise on how good of a partner he is, how good of a father. Any time you compliment him, he gets a little more turned on until he needs to repay you for all of those words and affectionate gestures.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Sam, from his time in Neon (as referenced in the Kinks section), would have a strong sense for the things he did not enjoy or want to engage in, as he either engaged in it himself or was around others engaging in it. I honestly cannot see him going through that dark, self-destructive, time without being exposed to it all.

Also because of that, I think there are very few things that Sam wouldn’t be open or wanting to engage in. I don’t think he would enjoy Age Play due to his dynamic with Cora, and when in a committed relationship with someone he would not engage in Cuckholding or Hotwifing. I also don’t see him being into piss play or scat play but otherwise, I don’t know if he would have any hard no’s, without doing a deep dive into every single kink out there.

It would also turn Sam off if his partner showed any emotional distress prior to sex or during and immediately giving them comfort. Only if they say that any type of intimacy would make them feel better will he then reluctantly engage but normally not seeking his own pleasure unless the position calls for it, and even at times will not seek to finish himself after seeing you orgasm and relax.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves giving Oral the most but also greatly enjoys receiving and shoving his cock down your throat during certain levels of domination. He contains a ridiculous amount of skill and has a surprising amount of dexterity with his fingers and tongue. There are days when all he wants is for you to sit on his face for an hour or more as he just licks and pleasures you, not even seeking or wanting satisfaction for himself.

He doesn’t care about the skill of his lover, just that they are engaged and enjoying servicing him. Sam also always seeks eye contact, whether that’s when your lips are wrapped around his cock or he is eating you out or taking your dick into his mouth. He needs you to watch him passionately service you, occasionally glancing towards you to see the results of his actions with great pride.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)

Soft!Sam is slow and passionate but he has a hard time holding back as his passion builds through sex. Occasionally he will lose his control and suddenly quicken or harshly slam into you or push you against a surface while changing positions, groaning at the release he feels before apologizing and praising you for being so irresistible.

Dom!Sam will switch and transition but mostly fast, hard, and with force is the pace he has. Occasionally he does like to go slow and steady, watching every twitch in your expression, but this is normally closer to when you cannot handle any more OR are begging him to make you cum as you are right on the edge.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If the mood strikes and you both are alone, he will be down but I don’t think Sam would be the one to engage in the quickie. His partner would have to be the one to initiate it and steer the direction of their actions.

A single exception, tying into below, is when the risk factor of the moment excites Sam enough, he will take control for a dominant quickie—usually involving him covering your mouth to muffle your moans and groans of pleasure as he fucks you fast and fierce.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

As a former, and closeted, adrenaline junkie? Without a doubt, risk is a huuuuge turn-on for Sam.

The only time he will not engage in any type of risk is when there is any level of chance that Cora would be within proximity to, hear or see him engage with himself or his partner.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

His famous line tells it all. This man has stamina.

Preferably you both go for 2 to 3 rounds, 4 or 5 being his preferred. I don’t think it takes a long time for Sam to cum, only that with his lengthy experience with group sex and pleasuring multiple partners, he has a great understanding of how to pace himself and the time he needs between when he orgasmed and when he was ready to go again.

It would not shock me that he could, if time allowed, have you and him in throws of pleasure for hours on end. Only taking necessary breaks for food, fluid and to use the bathroom.

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Sam greatly enjoys the use of toys and is pro toy in almost all situations. For owning them, I think that on the ship, whether yours or his, he never allows anything to be on there in fear that Cora will find it cause he knows she snoops and will find literally anything that is left on that ship. At the Lodge I see him having a small lock box hidden that contains a few anal toys for himself to use when he can have a prolonged period of privacy.

Soft!Sam only uses toys for your pleasure, never anything that would have you left looking or feeling degraded or in pain. He will use the toys as an extension of himself seeking to give you the most pleasure you can have.

Dom!Sam loves the use of toys and will find a way to do so. If out adventuring, he will find impromptu items to fit his need or desires to stretch you or gag you, but both of your preferred place is the Paradiso Pleasure Suites as they contain all the toys you would want without having to keep them around Cora. Plus, Cora loves the beach and the resort and keeps herself occupied while you occupy each other in your own suite.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Sam? Unfair? Without a doubt.

That man loves to tease you inside and outside of the bedroom. Outside it’s just quips and little playful digs. Sometimes when he can ensure the privacy of his actions, he will grab you in your pleasure spots, and kiss you in areas he knows make you wet, a smug smile always present afterwards with the knowledge of how he was torturing you.

During Sex? He loves the build-up, the slow rise of tension as he can focus on your body, on how he can delicately touch you, kiss you, and build that symphony of sensations until you are begging for a release.

Soft!Sam will give you that release immediately, deeply moaning into you as he does, losing himself as he feels you buck against him, and possibly fill his mouth or throat with the results of your orgasm.

Dom!Sam, however, needs you to beg for it. And when he finally thinks you have sufficiently done so, he gives you that release but immediately ramps you up towards the precipice of another climax, demanding to hear you beg once more.

Sam also loves being teased himself, he loves being edged and left hanging, craving for that satisfaction and release. He loves to see his partner don a mischievous smile or grin with every taunting touch, every luscious lick or flick of their tongue, but he never begs. He just rides that edge as long as possible until he is shoved over into some of the most relieving and satisfying orgasms he has.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sam is not a loud man, most of his sounds of pleasure are short hisses of pleasure, short inhales and hitches in his breath, soft moans and swears under his breath. When dominant he will growl and groan more viciously and will use his full voice at any sign of disobedience.

When Sam is submissive is the time when he loses this control, but only if it’s what his partner desires. If wanting him to be quiet, he would also whimper and let out small pleas for his lover's touch between moments. If allowed to be vocal, he would give full, guttural moans, as he felt you enter him, as you handled him roughly, his breathing heavy and quick, and his moan from orgasm being deep and prolonged.

However, when it comes to his partner, no matter the position he is in from above, he wants to hear them. He wants to hear them moan, he wants to hear how their breath changes with his actions, telling you or begging you to not hold back. If in a position where he needs to be careful of the volume you two make, he will ensure the sound is dampened. If being soft, it would be a gentle hand over your mouth. If being dominant, it would be a gag. Either way, he would still want you to moan but just so he can hear you and nobody else.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Sam loves to watch you pleasure yourself but is also okay with you masturbating on your own. If he ever manages to walk in on such an act, he will offer to assist or provide privacy.

Soft!Sam would love to watch you pleasure yourself with your hands or with toys and gets immediately excited when you reach out and use him to do so. Maybe placing his fingers somewhere, ordering him how to move, or using his body as a way to prop your leg up to get a better angle as you press a toy deeper into yourself, even using him as the surface you have the dildo on that you are riding.

Dom!Sam loves to instruct you how to pleasure yourself, pushing you to go harder, harsher, faster. Scolding you when you stop and sometimes walking to you only to place your hands or toys back where they need to be. He always does this while sitting far away, never touching himself but letting the anticipation grow. He sometimes prefers to stay clothed, as an additional sign of dominance and indifference, but the other times his hard cock is out and throbbing, his pre-cum dripping down his shaft only to fall off and form a small pool between his feet.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I see Sam being more endowed with girth than length. I still see him being slightly above average, 6 to 6.5inch but with significant girth. Circumcised and a little veiny, two or three prominent veins always popping out the harder and more turned on he gets.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man can fuck. A lot.

He is always pining for you every moment he sees you, always wishing to be in contact, to love you and shower you with affection, and more. When without Cora’s presence, he wants it daily if not multiple times a day or prolonged afternoons of you two not getting out of bed.

When it’s been a while due to circumstance or company, and you two not being able to be alone, he will seek out every opportunity for you both to be intimate.

The longer you both go without intimacy and building more yearning = the more dominant Sam will be. (Except for situations that would have him feeling overwhelming soft love for you.)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits. He waits a loooooooong time after you have fallen asleep to allow himself to find slumber and he fights it up until the moment it takes him.

The moments of him cuddling you and holding you after you have fallen asleep are some of his happiest moments. It’s when he finally feels completely at peace and whole and with purpose outside of Cora. In those moments, he feels like he holds his entire life within his arms.

He also loves the small sounds you make while sleeping, watching your chest slowly rise and fall, your mouth slightly open and when you let out little moans or sounds, he fights every urge to kiss you or laugh—sometimes failing and waking you up to him hugging you tightly, kissing your forehead or top of your head.

He also loves placing his face into your hair, breathing in your scent. I think this is one of the things he seeks out on those nights when he can’t find sleep or needs peaceful comfort.

BONUS! Absolute Brain Rot that 5oh5 and I got while brainstorming this post:

Kissing Sam’s tummy trail only to feel his body immediately flinch at the sensation before relaxing against you, a soft, shallow, breath escaping his lips you are showing love and affection to a place he is greatly insecure about.

His bare ass in just an apron. His partner pressing their bulge against his bare ass as he cooks them breakfast, the soft blush on soft, domestic, Sam’s face as you whisper sweet praise into his ear, the apron slowly starting to lift as he gets hard with anticipation.

SoftDom!Sam eating you out, laying and relaxed between your thighs licking, kissing and fingering you to every edge possible, always leaving you lingering. Waiting for you to beg enough that you deserve to cum, only for him to continue to bring you to the next moment right before climax, expecting you to beg again.

Dom!Sam sitting in a chair across the room watching and guiding you through pleasuring yourself. Seeing him visibly get harder and harder, precum dripping down his cock into a small pool growing on the floor, his eyes trained on your hole clenching around a clear dildo or nothing.

Soft!Sam kneeling on the bed right at your feet watching you pleasure yourself, slowly stroking his hard cock.

Also will be cross posting to A03 because we can.

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