#he said he wanted the gays to be happy over beer

[megane-sama]

They're married cause i said so.

#jigokuraku #hells paradise #yamada asaemon sagiri #yuzuriha #THE GIRLFRIENDS #when she calls her sagirin <3<3<3 #They're canon idc idc #source? #my eyes duh #also yuki kaji told me personally #he said he wanted the gays to be happy over beer #and he kept his word #yuzugiri

[trying-harder-then-u]

Johnny's Daddy

Johnny has been my friend since forever, and while we grew apart in High school, we would always make sure to comfort each other through all the tough times. He helped me with my breakup, and I helped him when he lost his job.

Johnny was always on the smaller side; Puberty Hit never really got to him, and while he never got the muscles he wanted, he eventually became quite happy with his body and my numerous numerous offers to wing man him and help him get a girl were always turned down.

Earlier today, my phone pinged while I was at work. Johnny had messaged me:

"Hey man, could you come to my place after work?"

"Sure? What do you need?"

"I'll explain when you get here."

Me and Johnny had always been open and clear without ever really needing to talk outside of texts, so I thought this must be something big if he wanted to talk about it at his place, so after work finished up, I got in my car and drove to his apartment in the city. After a good 50 minutes of driving through the winding roads, I finally arrived.

As I opened the door, he came and hugged me. "How was the drive?" "Nothing special, just some traffic jams and that stuff," I responded. For the first few hours, we just hung out talking about life and playing games before I finally asked why he wanted me here: "Well, I wanted to tell you I was gay." he blushed as he said it, "Damn man, thanks for telling me; I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me, do you want to go to a gay bar or  something?"He shook his head at my question: "You don't understand; I've been trying to get a boyfriend for awhile now, but it never works out, and I wanted to ask you if...." "I'm sorry, man," I interjected. "I love you like a brother, but I don't feel the same way about you." "Okay, sorry, I hope we can still be friends," Both of us laughed awkwardly at the incident, but decided to hang out some more. At about 6, we were both getting hungry, so he ordered a pizza, and he got up to grab us a drink. I heard what sounded like pills rattling in the kitchen before he returned with some beers, caps removed. "Thanks, man," I said as he handed me one. Taking a sip, I thought it tasted funny, but I just shrugged it off as the pizzas had just arrived and i was starving.

As we ate and played video games, it became latter and latter, and the beers piled up, each tasting stranger, then the last. At some point, my mind started to became fuzzy. "Ugh, I don't feel good," i said. "You don't look good either. Maybe you should just sleep here for the  night."Johnny commented, Too tired to argue, I ended up on his couch and fell asleep quickly as he went back to the room. "You'll be fine; I bet you feel like a new man tomorrow morning," he called as he closed the door.

That night, as I shuddered in my sleep, my body began to change, moving around as my stature grew, stretching from 5 feet 8 to 6,2. My flab melted away as my skin tightened around new abs that began to push out one by one, and calves became strengthened along with arm muscles. My round face gained structure as a square jaw and clear skin gave my face a new, more attractive look. But it wasn't just my body changing; my dreams began to shift; thoughts that I used to have about women became directed towards Johnny; as I dreamed of dominating and using him, the apartments that we each had eventually became one, just as my place had his boyfriend cemented, and soon I was picturing him submitting to me every night. As these dreams peaked, I felt my dick pulse, lines of cum shooting out as my rock-hard cock lengthened, growing longer and longer inside my underwear from it's normal 4 inches to a monstrous 9, and my boxers turning to briefs as they were soaked in my semen. The transformation was over, and my new place in the world was confirmed.

The next morning, Johnny smirked as he walked in to be greeted by me staring at him in nothing but my briefs. "I have a job for you, boy; I need some services," I commanded, His dick jumped up, and his body shuddered as he moved towards me. All memories of my past life disappeared as he wrapped his lips around my dick; all that mattered was teaching my boyfriend his place.

#sexuality change #muscle growth tf #mental changes #straight to gay #male transformation #cock growth #jockification #personality change #mental change #himbo tf

[steddieas-shegoes]

shit talkin' up all night

for @steddiesongfics song 'for the first time' by the script

rated m | 1,469 words | cw: alcohol, arguing | tags: angst with a happy ending, established relationship, robin buckley deserves an award for saving their relationship everyone say thank you robin, they're in love, eddie is just dumb for a bit

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The arguing started when Steve suggested they move back in with Wayne.

They were struggling; Eddie wasn't an idiot, he could see the told his unemployment was taking on their financial situation. They were able to cover rent from Steve's paycheck, but they had to cut back on literally everything else. No more date nights, no more trips to visit Dustin, no more buying the good bacon for breakfast.

It wasn't for lack of trying, it's just that Eddie only had a GED and no marketable skills outside of playing music. Any job he could get would make miserable.

"I just think if we take some time to save up, maybe you'll be able to find something you like and then it'll be better," Steve shrugged.

"I'm not moving back in with Wayne. He did enough for me already."

"Then I'll get another job."

"No, you're not working two jobs. I'll just...go work at the McDonald's."

"Eds, you would hate it there."

"Well, it's a paycheck."

Steve sighed and walked away.

And then it got worse.

Eddie did find a job. He worked part time at the music lesson school. It didn't pay nearly enough, but it was something.

Until one of the parents found out he was working there and threw a fit and he got fired. The owner apologized, but said if it came down to his business and Eddie, he had to let Eddie go.

Back to square one.

Steve was too understanding. It was frustrating.

Eddie started arguments just to make him mad.

Whatever would push him: leaving all the dirty dishes in the sink, staying out late without letting him know, buying the good bacon for breakfast when it wasn't in the budget.

It did start to work eventually.

"Why are you doing this?" Steve asked eventually, after two nights of Eddie coming home late for no other reason than to make Steve upset. He hadn't even done anything, just walked around downtown for a couple hours and thought about how much of a failure he'd been.

"I'm not doing anything," he'd say back.

Steve would push.

Eddie would push back.

Little things turned into big things.

And then Eddie came home drunk.

He hadn't even been to a bar, he hadn't been with anyone else. He'd gotten one six pack of beer and realized halfway through it that he hadn't eaten all day and kept drinking anyway.

The buzz was great until he was stumbling through the front door, waking Steve up from his half-slumber on the couch of the apartment.

Steve didn't even argue. He just shook his head and went to their bedroom, closing the door and making it clear he didn't want to be around Eddie.

The next morning, Steve was already gone when Eddie managed to roll off the couch.

"Steve's not gonna say it, so I will," Robin's voice made him trip over his boots on the floor. She was sitting in the armchair, glaring at him. "You're pushing him away because you don't think you deserve someone who is patient and loving. He used to try that shit with me, with the kids, with Hopper. Started shit just to see if we'd leave. Pretended he was the only one who could deal with his problems."

Eddie blinked back at her, vision blurry from sleep and unshed tears. He wasn't gonna cry in front of Robin.

"I could understand why he did it. He had shitty parents and shitty friends before all of us. Took him some time to get used to being cared for." Robin leaned forward. "But you've had Wayne for a long time. Us. Steve. So what is it that's causing this? Why are you hurting Steve? Why are you hurting yourself?"

Eddie had been to therapy for a month or so after everything. The government insisted on it. He'd even done what they asked of him. Talked about everything that happened, talked about his childhood, talked about being gay in a town that thought being gay was bad enough to send you to hell, but somehow still the least of Eddie's crimes.

The therapist told him it seemed like he was always preparing himself to get hurt, even with the people that he did trust. That was the last time he went to the therapist.

"Because this is all I'll ever be, Robin! Steve should get out while he can, find someone who isn't fuckin' useless. Someone who can get a real job or go to school or something."

"Is this because you can't be on your feet for more than a couple hours?"

Eddie was silent.

"Do you think that means you can't do things? Do you think Steve wants to watch you suffer more than you already have?"

Eddie shook his head once.

"Then here's what you're gonna do. You're gonna shower and clean up the house a little. You're gonna cook that chicken dish Steve loves so much because I went to the deli to get fresh ingredients for you. You're gonna open that bottle of wine I did not steal from Chrissy's restaurant. You're gonna talk to him."

"Okay."

"And then tomorrow, you're gonna come interview for a job at the museum. They're opening a new exhibit called Rock Through The Ages and they're looking for someone to do tours. It's four hours a day, five days a week. Pay is more than you made anywhere else plus tips. Interview is a formality, they already know you're qualified."

"Robin, I-"

"And you're gonna shut up. I love you, too, Eddie. And I love that dingus who loves you. So get your shit together so you can both be as happy as I know you can be."

Eddie hugged her for a long time, probably much longer than Robin would have ever allowed him to if it weren't for the circumstances.

He cleaned himself up, he cleaned up the apartment, he cooked dinner, and he opened the bottle of wine.

Neither of them were big fans of wine, but this was a $100 bottle. Eddie would drink every last drop.

When Steve came through the door at 4:39 on the dot, just like he did every week day, Eddie was holding a glass of wine out to him with a small smile.

"Eds? What's this?"

"Been a while since we've had a date night. Thought maybe we deserved it."

Steve stared back at him blankly, then let out a sob and walked over to him, burying his face in his neck.

"Sh, it's okay, sweetheart. I'm right here," Eddie wrapped him up in his arms, kissing his head. "I'm here."

"You promise?" Steve's broken voice nearly tore Eddie in two. How had he let it get this bad?

"I promise, Stevie. I'm sorry I've been somewhere else in my head."

Steve pulled away, sniffling and looking around the room as he realized that dinner was already set out on the bar and the dishes were done.

"You did all this for me?"

"For us."

"Is that chicken cacciatore?" Steve walked to the plate in his usual spot and smiled. "You made this?"

"I did. Hopefully it's edible. If not, I already have the menu for the Italian place down the road by the phone," Eddie pulled Steve's chair out for him and then sat down next to him.

They talked through dinner, mostly about Steve's day, and then about Eddie's. He brought up the interview and Steve beamed like the sun.

"That sounds perfect for you, Eds."

"I know. I think it'll be great."

The bottle of wine went down easy. Maybe a little too easy.

By the time they realized it was gone, they were giggling and leaning on each other, cheeks red and eyes glazed over with a buzz that was more than just the high alcohol content.

Steve leaned in to kiss him.

Eddie leaned in to kiss him back.

And for the first time in a long time, they stayed up all night, talking, kissing, touching in ways they'd nearly forgotten how to do.

When Eddie got the job, he sent Robin flowers. Nothing fancy, the pay wasn't that good. But he had to thank her for getting his head out of his ass and his ass in shape.

Steve didn't ask when he saw the bill for it, just smiled and kissed the top of Eddie's head while he got ready for his first day of work.

"I love you. Good luck today," Steve said as he fixed his glasses before grabbing his keys to head to his job at the youth center downtown.

"Love you too. Pizza tonight?"

"Sounds good, love. Wine?"

Eddie nodded towards the bottle of $3 wine from the liquor store.

Steve laughed. "I'll grab some Tylenol on my way home."

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steddiesongfics #angst with a happy ending #established relationship

[batfleshh]

happy hour

Arthur Morgan x m!reader | October 16th

Warnings: usage of alcohol, spit as lube? , boot riding (I’ve never written this before so idk how it works) , praise, cum eating, cumming in pants, Arthur drinks but you’ve had a few more than him, one night stand?, handjob, quick aftercare, he’s so silly i love him , grrhhh gay, this takes place in the middle of the 2/3 chapter ig

Arthur wasn’t the kind of man that let stress get to him. He could find his way around a problem, even if it meant not acknowledging it. He wasn’t the type to be a regular at the saloon, but it didn’t hurt to buy a few every now and then. When he entered the saloon, it seemed to be a particularly busy night. There was a lot of talking, some men arguing over a game of poker and a few women sitting around a table with their men.

The bar seemed to be riddled with the common drunks, loud mouths with scars and scruffy beards. There was a particular man sitting there, though. He seemed to be lost in space, an opened bottle of beer sat next to him, only half of it had been drank. The man was clearly intoxicated, eyes holding a clouded type of emotion one can only describe as bliss.

Being someone who isn’t one to judge, Arthur made his decision to sit right next to the man, not being bothered by his presence. After ordering a whiskey, Arthur let himself deep dive into his own thoughts, not noticing how the other man had now slumped himself down onto the bar, eyes half lidded.

He then felt a small tap on his hand, the feeling slightly surprising him out his trance. He looked down at the hand, then at the face that it belonged to. It was you, the slumped beer drinker, a dopey smile on your face.

“Yer’ real handsome, mister.”, you said to him, the alcohol visibly working in your system. Arthur gave a polite smile, nodding at the fellow before speaking. “Well that’s mighty kind of you, partner.” The two men exchanged a glance, a small smile on both of their faces.

“‘S you married, mister?”, the question made Arthur’s face flush in surprise. He gave a chuckle, sitting up straight in his stool, “not currently, no.”

You slowly sat up, head heavy as you reached for your opened beer, taking a quick sip before continuing to speak. “Thas’ a shame. Yer’ faarr too handsome to be alone.”, a drunken giggle escapes your lips, eyes scanning his face more. You slowly move your hand to place it onto his arm, it surprised him, but he didn’t think much of it, not feeling very threatened by you as he could easily kill you if he wanted to.

He had never really flirted with a man before, meaning this was kind of a new experience for him. But he just thought Fuck it, might as well try this out. So after downing his whiskey, he moves his face closer to yours, a flirtatious tone in his voice as he says, “You tryna’ cure my loneliness, boy?”

He seemed pleased with himself as you gave a quick nod, that smile of yours growing wider as he flagged down the bartender, asking him for a room and a key, placing a small stack of bills onto the counter. He slowly gets up, a look of interest on his face as he silently asks if you’re coming with him. You give a firm nod, immediately standing up to follow after him.

When you reach the room, you pull him inside by his vest, making sure to close and lock the door behind you. You pull him to your lips, legs stumbling to stay up right as you breathe through your nose. He gives a chuckle into the kiss, grabbing onto your waist to hold you up right. You both move closer to the bed, him laying down on his back as you move to sit on his lap, moving down to keep your lips connected to his. He pulls away, huffing to catch his breath as you whine at the loss. He grabs ahold of your chin, placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Woah there, boy. You sure yer’ okay with everything?”, he asks cautiously, not sure if your mind is fully cleared to make that sort of decision. You let out a little noise, a small pout on your face as you stare at his lips, longing for the taste again. “Wan’ kiss you again,” you say absentmindedly, not focusing on answering the question he had asked. He sits up slowly, a hand on your lower back to steady you as he uses to other to support himself as he does. You lean forward against him, a giggle leaving your lips even though nothing seemed to be happening.

You slowly began to grind yourself onto him, your face moving to hide against his neck. Arthur groaned as his cock slowly jumped to life in his pants, grabbing back onto your waist. He hummed as he thought of an idea, moving his head back to speak to you. “Get on your knees f’me, sweetheart.”, he spoke to you gently, giving a sweet smile as he watches you nod and get off of his lap slowly, stumbling to move slowly onto your knees. As you get down, your hands move to rest between your legs. Arthur lets out a small noise of displeasure, pushing his foot against your hands. “Move ‘em, boy, need access to that area.”

You nod, a little confused but you comply, moving your hands to the side of you. He slowly moves his foot between your legs, front of his boot rubbing against your clothed cock. You whimper at the feeling, your hands moving up to grab at the cowboy’s pants leg. You move a hand up to fiddle with his belt, pulling at the buckle lightly. Arthur grins at your eagerness, helping you unbuckle his belt with one of his free hands.

You lean your head against his leg slowly, freeing his cock from his pants. You spit onto your hand, slowly moving back up to begin stroking at his cock. It was a slow pace, the outlaw leaning his head back to let out a deep groan. You slowly began to grind yourself against his boot, small moans and whines leaving your throat as you press your face into his leg. Arthur slowly raises the tip of his foot, slowly grinding it against you.

Your hand slowly begins to pick up speed, it traveling up to the tip of his cock all the way back down. Your mind felt clouded, the experience being almost a little too much to process considering how fast the night was moving. After a little while, you slowly feel yourself reaching closer to the edge, your hips beginning to move faster. Arthur seems to take notice of this, his hips moving to thrust into your hand ever so slightly.

You let out a long moan, releasing into your clothes as you feel a warm liquid trickle down your hand. You look at your hand, the familiar white fluid covering it. You look up at Arthur, smiling as he reaches down to pat you on the head. “Thas’ a good boy. You did well, sweetheart.”, he praises as you nod at him. You move your hand to your mouth slowly, licking away the mess. He helps you to your feet after putting his cock away, buckling his belt back up as you grumble at the uncomfortable feeling in your pants. He helps you to the bath, not really bothering to pay for it.

He knows he shouldn’t bother waiting for you, but he does. When you’re out, you move back to him, a giddy smile on your face. He takes you back to the room he paid for, laying you down on the bed after you shed most of your clothing off. You move under the blanket, immediately shutting your eyes when your head hits the pillow. He moves towards the door and tips his hat to you, not knowing if you see the gesture or not, and with that, he was gone.

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a/n: THIS TOTALLY ISNT LONG.

#bat bite #ktober #can you tell I like Arthur? #male reader #x male reader #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption arthur #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x male reader #gay #cowboy yummy #rdr2 #rdr2 arthur #arthur morgan rdr2 #🪽 ! bat fic

[eyelessfaces]

I'll be the silence ringing through and through and through

santiago garcia x reader

summary: if santi had it his way, he would be back home, with you, his mouth on your neck or something of that kind– it would have been possible, a few months ago. or in some alternate universe where he hadn’t fucked it all up. in short; santi wants you back.

warnings: mentions of a breakup but no reason is mentioned, alcohol consumption

tags: f!reader, exes to lovers, inevitable angst, fluff

word count: 1.7k

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updates blog: @eyelessupdates

happy new year!!!! randomly dropping a santi fic to start it right hhhh

fic title is from the song "heart to heart" by fiddlehead :)

reblogs and feedback are extremely (I cannot stress this enough) appreciated!!

If Santi had it his way, he would be back home, with you, his mouth on your neck or something of that kind–

It would have been possible, a few months ago.

Or in some alternate universe where he hadn’t fucked it all up, and where he would be holding you by the waist and kissing your cheek instead of having to watch you from afar, scrutinizing every littlest movement of yours while he was slumped in Frankie’s couch, like an hermit, feeling helpless, the neck of his beer being the only thing to kiss his lips tonight.

Maybe it was just the alcohol, maybe everything would seem way less dramatic tomorrow, save for the hangover headache – but no, scratch that, he wasn’t even drunk, just barely tipsy, so no, tomorrow won’t be better.

It must be the sight of you laughing at another man’s joke then, probably.

Was he hitting on you? Was he just a friend, like Benny, Will and Frankie were to you? 

He shouldn’t care; that wasn’t his business, that wasn’t his problem. Not anymore. Not that he had been the kind to carefully observe your every movement any time you talked to another man back when you were together. He had never really been of that kind, he trusted you.

Except here, right now, it was his problem. For some reason, it felt like it was, and even more than before, when you were still together.

Because now that you didn’t love him anymore, there was nothing to stop you from doing anything with that man.

Would that man fill the hole Santi had left in your heart? Would he make you happier than Santi ever had? 

Probably. He was probably a good man, would be a good boyfriend, wouldn’t fuck everything up. Would probably even marry you, and he’d be damn right to.

“He’s gay” Will snorts, plopping down next to Santi, giving a small pat to his chest. Santi’s gaze finally departs from you to turn to his right, where his friend has settled next to him.

“Good to know, but I‘m not interested in him,” Santi jokes, looking down at his half full beer. Half empty.

“That, I know.” Will cocks his head to the side, a more serious expression over his face as he brings his beer to his mouth. Santi’s gaze darts back to you and that man talking, a sick feeling filling his stomach as he sees you smile and shake your head frantically just the way you used to when he would come up with a shitty joke. “I’m like, eighty three percent sure she’s still in love with you.” Will speaks again, nudging Santi’s knee with his own.

“Seventeen percent of what?” Santi chuckles, more convinced that the rest of that percentage is the most important part.

“Seventeen percent of, you still fucked up, man.” Will says, patting Santi’s knee before getting up from the couch, already. “I’m not good at math dude, but all I can tell you is, it’s worth trying again!” he declares over the music, pointing at Santi before disappearing through the crowd. 

Easier said than done.

Santi sighs, bites the inside of his cheek as he runs a hand over his few days old stubble. 

He had never had any issue talking to people with ease, but for some reason, the idea of talking to you tonight seemed like the most intimidating thing he ever had to do in his entire life.

But god, did he want to look at you in the eyes again. To have you make that focused frown whenever you were attentively listening to someone. To see the way your lips curled up into a smile when you could pre shot a joke, and the way you still pretended not to know what the punchline was, and still ended up laughing.

Santi smiles to himself, finishes his beer, and when he looks up, you’re not in the crowd anymore. Then Benny joins him when he goes to the kitchen for a refill, and you happen to slip out of his mind for the time being. 

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The air is crisp, compared to the smothering heat inside. It tickles your cheeks, the tip of your ears, it hits every exposed area of skin, the sweat over it now feeling ice cold.

It’s all you needed and wanted, so you shouldn’t complain.

You walk back and forth along Frankie’s porch, the overwhelming feeling of the slight tipsiness and the fast beating of your heart simmering down, and you lean against the wall, taking a deep breath. 

You turn at the sound of the door opening beside you, the loud, previously muffled sound of the music now clear, ending up face to face with the one person you did your best to not go talk to all night long.

“Shit, sorry. I’ll go” Santi apologizes, still firmly holding the doorknob, starting to go back inside.

“No, no, it’s alright” you say, inviting him to stay with you. “I didn’t privatize the porch” you joke, giving him an awkward smile.

He chuckles as he tentatively steps outside, closing the door behind him, leaning his back against the wall beside you. Neither of you say a single word for a while, then he looks over at you, and you can feel the weight of his gaze on you. “I assumed you wouldn’t wanna see me.” he finally declares, making you scoff and shrug.

“I actually don’t mind,” you say, looking over at him. He’s now looking ahead, a small pinched smile over his lips. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip before looking back at you.

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Fair enough, you are one.” you immediately sigh, looking away. His gaze is too heavy. “I loved you.” the knot inside your throat tightens only after you pronounce the words, thankfully.

He swallows hard, a shiver running down his spine. It’s not the cold air’s doing. He stares deeply at you, watching you doing your best not to look at him.

“I know.” 

The atmosphere hangs heavily as the awkwardness takes over. The silence lingers, punctuated only by the sounds of the night around you. 

He pushes himself away from the wall, taking a step closer and turning to look at you, forcing the both of you to truly establish eye contact for the first time tonight.

"I fucked up, I know," he admits, his voice low and filled with remorse. "But I never meant to hurt you." he shakes his head. “Ever.”

You blink, your gaze tearing from his. "You did anyway," you reply, your tone tinged with a mixture of bitterness and sadness. The memories of the pain he caused are still fresh, wounds not fully healed. 

He runs a hand over his stubble, a nervous habit you remember all too well. "I know I can't change anything that I did, but I want you to know that I'm sorry."

Your eyes meet his own again, searching for sincerity. "It doesn't fix everything," you say, your guard still up. 

He nods understandingly. "I just needed to tell you, and to let you know I haven't stopped thinking about you."

The vulnerability in his gaze begins to chip away at your defenses. Despite the hurt, a part of you softens. "Santi–”

He cuts you off– "I've been thinking, and you know I don’t do it often” he jokes, scoffing. “And I realized how much I lost when I let you go." 

A wave of internal conflict washes over you. Your past relationship is a heavy burden you’re carrying, and you’re not sure you should grant him your forgiveness, yet there's a glimmer of something in his eyes that translates his genuine desire for redemption, and there’s some part of you that craves everything you had with him.

“Please,” he starts, his gaze chasing yours as he softly holds onto your wrist. “Please give me a second chance”

His plea hangs in the air, and you can feel the sincerity in his touch. The warmth of his hand on your wrist is a rough contrast to the chill in the night air. You sigh, and look away, torn between the pain of the past and the possibility of a different future. The silence stretches painfully, and you can hear the faint sounds of the night around you – a distant car passing by, the rustle of leaves in the breeze.

A shiver shakes through you, the brown of his eyes seeming deeper than usual, softer as he silently begs for you to say something.

“Second and last chance” you finally declare, refusing to give up on everything you’ve done to try to get over him, yet indulging in everything you’ve ever wanted since you’ve been apart. 

He nods silently, his hand leaving your wrist to settle at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Okay. Alright. I won’t need another one” he promises confidently, the frown over his face eventually softening. You smile as his thumb gently rubs over your now cold skin.

“Alright, but you gotta kiss me for it to take effect” you tease as you break the tense atmosphere, readjusting your position onto your feet and placing your hands at either side of his neck. His skin is warm, and you feel his muscles contract under your hands when he laughs.

“Good thing I’ve been wanting to do it all night long” he smirks before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours, smiling as you sigh into the kiss. This is it; you feel complete again. 

He tastes of booze, and his light stubble slightly stinging when he moves are surprisingly pleasant. Your hand shifts to rest at the back of his neck, feeling his scar here, his own hands pulling you closer at the waist where he squeezes lightly when you run your other hand through his short hair.

You pull away only once it becomes necessary, the lack of oxygen making you all giddy though you’re not sure it’s just it. Santi is still holding you close as he presses his warm lips over your forehead, laughing when a shiver runs through your spine and makes you jolt. 

“Alright” he declares as he strips himself of his jacket, pulling it over your shoulders.

“You already pulled this trick on our first date” you scoff, looking over at him. A sly smirk grows over his face as you adjust the jacket over your shoulders.

“...And it worked, didn’t it?”

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[chaosology]

invisible strings

Sam Kerr x reader

uses this+this request

warnings: underage drinking, gay pining, not proof read so u can call me out on grammar and i wont get my feelings hurt.

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September, 2003 - Perth, Australia

"Mum, it's so obvious she doesn't want me there!" You whined. Your mother was haphazardly chucking a soccer ball in a birthday bag, arranging the blue paper around it so it was semi-presentable. Bless her, but you knew Sam wouldn't care for the wrapping.

She had awkwardly handed you a party invitation after school that day as you plucked your bags off the racks.

"My mum said I had to invite a girl to come, sorry. There's good cake, though. It's ice cream."

She ran off almost as fast as she appeared, leaving you outside your Year 4 class alone. Why you? You weren't sporty at all, she could've at least invited one of the netball girls - they were always picking Sam for their teams, too. You were the anti-Sam, spending lunch with a small group of girls playing hopscotch and batting your eyes for the teacher's approval.

Black marker in your hand, you scribbled down a messy "happy birthday, Sammy K" in one of the white spaces on the ball. Your mum had taken you to Big W to choose one after school immediately after, given the late notice. You held it back, admiring your work. Would a heart be appropriate?

Yes.

You only turn 10 once, right? You added it front and centre on the ball, writing your name in the middle so she knew who it was from (though, she could probably tell a tween boy didn't make such an effort).

The party was, as expected, all boys. Sam's mother had greeted you warmly at the door, ushering you in with a comforting (and almost apologetic smile). Sam ran over excitedly to grab the gift bag off you, grabbing your arm to pull you over to the snacks table. You were introduced to all the other boys there, most of whom you knew from school.

You smiled shyly at all of them, spending most of the time sitting on the folded chairs outside while nibbling on some fairy bread and praying your mum would come get you. Sam ran around with the boys all afternoon, leaving you all alone with your thoughts. As it turned out, you had gotten the wrong type of football for Sam. You felt guilty for rushing at the shops, but Sam had hid the disappointment well, even complimenting your handwriting.

As the day came to an end, you were joined by Isaac. He was a friend of Sam's from an outside sports league, but had forgotten his asthma puffer and had to call it after two hours of straight footy. You talked most of the afternoon, complaining about your random 10 year old problems. You couldn't help noticing the way Sam came to talk to you more when she noticed Isaac there.

She probably just felt bad, you thought.

October, 2007 - Perth, Australia

Things had blossomed with Isaac. You remained friends for a few years, which eventually grew into something more romantic. He was your first boyfriend, and unfortunately your first love.

You were both invited to a party up in the hills. He had begged you to go, having become engrossed in the rumours of cruisers and beers being supplied by who-fucking-care's older brother. You had little interest, but his incessant nagging was beginning to piss you off, so you agreed.

Unfortunately as you both matured, Isaac changed. He was egotistical and big-headed, busy with AFL and making crude comments when he thought you weren't listening. It was hard not to see him in a different light, but sometimes you were offered a small glimpse at the small, sweet boy who sat out of breath next to you at the party.

You tugged on the hem of the sort black dress you were wearing, trying desperately hard to pull it further down your thigh. Isaac suggested "something sexy" for the party, much to your disagreement. You relented, and were now regretting it as you faced the chilly atmosphere of Perth's spring. He showed little interest in you while you sat next to him in on the couch, only passing you a beer and whispering "don't be lame" in your ear. Safe to say, the party kinda sucked.

You considered telling him you were going out front for air, but the way he was basically eye-fucking Karen Davies made you think twice. You wandered outside with teary eyes, Corona bottle in your hand as you breezed through the crowd of sweaty teenagers.

"Y/N?"

You turned, face to face with... Sam? She was older now, with slightly longer hair down to her shoulders and dressed in an oversized hoodie. Why was she giving you butterflies?

"Hey Sam," your voice came, "Sorry, just getting some air."

"Mind if I join?"

You motioned wordlessly for her to follow, her hand placed lightly on the small of your back as you navigated the halls to the front yard. God, you were so glad she couldn't see the red hot blush that painted your cheeks.

The two of you found yourselves sitting on the curb, legs stretched lazily out into the street.

"So Isaac's a dick now, 'ey?"

It was so nonchalant that it barely seemed hostile, Sam just took another swig from her bottle, grumbling when she noticed it was empty.

"You also don't have to drink the rest of that, you know? Doesn't make you lame or whatever."

You silently passed her the bottle, expecting for her to just chuck in a bin when she passed one next. However, she downed it in one go.

"Dickhead! I thought you were gonna throw it out! What if I wanted that later?" You laughed, playfully attempting to shove her off the curb. She only giggled in response, lightly shoving you back.

"Hey, I never got to say thanks for that soccer ball all those years ago," she started, "I actually play now. Mum 'n dad made me stop AFL, all the guys are bigger than me. But I actually really like soccer, your ball was the one I first used." She looked almost embarrassed confessing it, a small blush spreading across her face.

"Oh god, I remember that. Sorry, I think I scribbled all over it."

"Nah, it's cute- It's cool, sorry. It's cool, I liked it." She stammered, getting what looked like progressively more and more red.

"What are you up to now?" She said, awkwardly trying to change the subject.

"Oh I dunno, not much. Studying a lot, really. Isaac's been so odd lately so it's usually just me... It'd be cool to be a doctor, I think."

She looked up, eyebrows raised.

"No way! I always knew you'd do something like that, you were such a teacher's pet in primary school... The smartest, most nerdiest one there." She was back to her playful teasing now, and you found yourself slightly wishing that she'd flirt like this more.

What about Isaac? Were you a bad person? Why was Sam making you feel like this? Your head was starting to spin aggressively, the alcohol taking it's toll on your slight, 15 year old self. Sam grabbed your arm, rushing to hold back your hair as you crawled over to a bush, puking all over it. You felt too sick to be embarrassed.

Most of what you remember was her putting you in a taxi and slipping her phone number in your pocket. The next morning, you made sure to find the little note and stick it to your wall, staring longingly at the message written on it.

"Let's be friends - Sammy K"

You also broke up with Isaac.

April, 2014 - Perth / New York City

Y/N Y/L/N: haha sorry, is this the right Sam?? :D

Samantha Kerr: no way, yeah! how r u

Y/N Y/L/N: good! i'm so sorry i never messaged u after that party :( my mum never let me get a phone

↳ i wanted facebook to find u

Samantha Kerr: heheh no worries, what time is it for u rn?

Y/N Y/L/N: it's 9pm LOL aren't u here??

Samantha Kerr: nopeee :p i'm in new york

↳ i play soccer here! well for a bit cos i have to go back and forth

Y/N Y/L/N: no way, that's so sick... i'm jelly. stuck studying rn

Samantha Kerr: u haven't changed

Y/N Y/L/N: didn't u call me "teacher's pet" >:)

↳ med is super fun tho... come see me for sport injuries

Samantha Kerr: ...

Samantha Kerr: how's Isaac?

Y/N Y/L/N: omg Isaac haha, long gone... not my type

Samantha Kerr: ur type... not dickheads i'm guessing?

Y/N Y/L/N: *men

Samantha Kerr: LOL hahahaha same

↳ welcome to the better side

Y/N Y/L/N: ^_^

↳ how's things for u???

Samantha Kerr: heh yea good, the team here is super sick. NY is cool, lots of weird stuff... and christmas is so cold. my gf from here tho so she always makes fun of my accent :DDD

Y/N Y/L/N: ohh cool srry didn't know u had a gf... met thru soccer??

Samantha Kerr: yeh, we play for the same team. she's awesome

↳ someone @ home for u?

Y/N Y/L/N: haha no :/ someone but i don't think it'll work out

Samantha Kerr: aw that sucks,,, don't give up tho

↳ we should hang when i'm back next!

Y/N Y/L/N: that would be cool. i'd like that!

December, 2016 - Perth, Australia

She was always on your mind, but could she say the same of you? You and Sam had gotten so much closer over the years, texting 24/7 when either of you had the chance. She was returning back for Christmas and you were on your way to pick her up from the airport, helping to surprise to her family.

You hadn't been able to date properly since that conversation with Sam on the curb. Nobody else made your heart skip a beat like she did, and you found yourself yearning to feel her touch once again, even if it was brief. You didn't care. You comforted her when she went through her first serious break up, and she would stay on call for hours while you broke down about the pressures of med school. It felt like there was something pulling the two of you together, and god, you hoped she felt it too.

Standing at the International Arrivals gate was nerve-racking. Every flurry of passengers sent your nerves flying, eyes anxiously darting from person to person as you picked at your nails in anticipation. You were so nervous, you almost missed her.

She was finally here.

Her short hair was tied back, and the dark rings under her eyes proved how drained she was from the flight. She lugged a large, black suitcase with her, looking around until her eyes met yours.

You both rushed forward. She engulfed you in a warm hug that felt like... home?

No words were shared as you stood there in each other's embrace.

The car ride to Sam's house was comfortably silent, but you couldn't help but notice how Sam's hand had come to rest on your leg as you drove. It felt like it was on fire, but she didn't acknowledge it, sunglasses over her eyes as she looked tiredly out her window.

You were probably just reading into things, Sam admitted once that she's a really touchy person. You didn't want to lead yourself on.

Sam's family had invited you inside for the celebrations, surrounding you with all sorts of questions about schooling and your life. In a quiet moment, it was just you and her mother alone on the couch. Her siblings and dad were outside chatting at the barbecue, with the two of you remaining inside to escape the heat.

"She loves you, you know," her mother said matter-of-factly, "you love her too."

"Excuse me? I swear I-"

"Oh, don't be silly." She replied, leaning to hold your hand.

"That girl looks at you like you hung the stars. I get so many calls of Y/N this... Y/N that... She's besotted."

"I- I don't know what to say," you said, holding back the tears that threatened to spill, "was it that obvious?"

"Oh, no no. Don't worry. Us mother's have a way with things. Don't think yours doesn't see it too."

You laughed, raising your head to meet your eye. She released your hands, patting you on the knee as she walked off at the same time Sam conveniently entered. Nice one, Roxy.

"God... do you remember that birthday party I had?" She laughed, coming to sit next to you. She stretched her arms over the top of the couch, her fingertips only inches from where you were currently resting.

"How could I forget? Hey guys, this is Y/N that doesn't play footy - isn't that how you introduced me?"

She just laughed at your mock offence, small apologies leaving her mouth as she reminisced.

"I mean, it wasn't a lie."

"Oh fuck off, Kerr." You shoved her lightly, watching as her hand came to her chest to feign offence. You both fell quiet, meeting each other's eyes in a once again comfortable silence.

"Why me?"

Sam looked taken aback, her eyes down as she searched for an answer.

"Why not you?" She said, looking up. You could tell the mood had shifted as her eyes met yours, a hint of vulnerability across her face.

"I think... I think I always knew it was you."

"Sam-"

"No," she spoke softly, her hand coming to hold yours, "Just let me finish?"

You nodded.

"I can't really explain it, but there's just this pull. It feels like I can't stay away, you know? We always found a way back to each other, even after all these years. It's just- It's just always you"

The tears that were threatening to spill finally did as you pulled her close. You could taste the salty tears that left both your eyes as your lips met hers, a soft kiss that felt like it lasted a lifetime. Her hands came to hold the sides of your face, deepening the kiss until you were gasping for breath. Reluctantly, you pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

"I think I love you, Y/N."

"I think I love you too, Sam."

July 14th, 2020 - London to Perth

"Have you got your comfy shoes, babe?"

A small "fuck!" echoed from your shared bedroom as your girlfriend scrambled to fish her shoes out from whatever pile she had thrown them in. Standing by the door, you watched as she stumbled forward and pulled her socks on, almost knocking over several pot plants as she did so. At 3am in the morning, she was not exactly a vision of grace and elegance.

The two of you had bounced around countries as Sam switched clubs, settling in the UK as she signed a contact with Chelsea. Your medical degree allowed a job almost anywhere and so you quickly found work at a nearby children's hospital, much to Sam's delight.

At the moment though, you were saying goodbye to your London apartment as you jetted back to your hometown. As far as you knew, there was no specific reason to be returning home, with Sam citing homesickness. You thought it suspicious as she was there only two months ago, but never bothered questioning it. You both missed Australia and eventually planned on moving back, but for now you were happy living a busy life in the UK.

Sam always had a thing about planes, as you came to learn. She was ok when they were completely in the air, always able to distract herself with some form of tv or movie (or sleeping pills), but you could tell by the way her knee was bouncing that this time would be no different.

"Hey, it's alright", you said, palm reaching across to settle her, "we'll be ok, these things are freaky safe now."

"I know. Logically I know it's fine but I just... I can't help it"

You only sighed, kissing her cheek and taking her hand in yours. The safety video played on the screens in front of you as you pulled her head to your shoulder, stroking her hair. Her body relaxed into yours as her breathing steadied, and you could feel her racing heart start finally slowing down.

She was drowsy from the early wake up and easily fell into a peaceful slumber. You prayed for no turbulence, admiring the few freckles and lines that were littered across her perfect face. She needed the rest, having been so anxious about this trip and her upcoming tournaments that the stress had almost permanently darkened under her eyes.

With her hand in yours, you soon followed her in sleep.

July 17th, 2020 - Perth, Australia

"I need to shake off the jetlag, wanna go for a walk?"

You turned suddenly as she called from the bathroom, walking out and drying her hair.

"Mum said they redid the park up the road, good field for soccer... We can practice some more if you'd like?" She asked, almost nervously. You had requested Sam start teaching you more about the game; a role she took very seriously. She was showing you all the tricks she'd learnt, even trying her hardest not to laugh when you fell flat on your ass several times in a row.

The two of you set off just before golden hour, navigating the streets of Fremantle to the park. Sam's hand was in yours the whole time, the other holding the soccer ball close to her hip - she was being so protective other the goddamn thing.

"I'll stand here, we'll just go back and forth until you get your confidence up."

She was taking several steps back away from you, positioning the ball at her feet before kicking it towards you.

"You know this is the one you gave me, right?"

You kicked it back, reciprocating.

"God, you're such a sap... Love you for it, though." She only laughed, winking as she did so. Even after 4 years, she still made you blush like you were 15.

The both of you continued, going though the motions until Sam decided to give it a forceful kick, landing it far behind you.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Sorry, love. Rules of the game; she who missed must go fetch."

"That's not even- Oh, whatever"

You ran off as Sam followed behind you - why was she moving from her spot? That's when you noticed it.

"Hey dummy, this isn't even the ball I gave you - I used black maker on mine." You jokingly shouted back, picking it up to hold it by your side. "Got some fangirl groupies to replace me, huh? Can't believe you thought I used red marker."

She stood a few metres away from you, a small smirk on her face.

"Why don't you read it then, genius?"

You looked down, confused. What was she playing at?

Marry me?

It was written neatly in red marker, a giant heart below it - just like the one you first gifted Sam at her party all those years ago. You looked up, only to be met with the sight of Sam on one knee in front of you, a small blue box in her hands.

"Well?"

She had tears in her eyes, but her smirk remained.

You were still speechless, the red words echoing in your brain. She wanted you to marry her. She wanted you to be her wife. You sank to your knees to be level with her, gently grabbing her face to pull her in for a kiss.

You could feel her smiling against your lips, sliding the ring on your finger wordlessly as your mouth met hers.

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[like-apollo]

A Funky Friendsgiving

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

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

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

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt 

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

PhhFfrttPtt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BbbbBBrrRRppPPttt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BBBbbBBBRrrrRRPPPbbBBUUuuUUUMMMPpppPPPFFfffFTttTTt

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BbBbBBrRRrRoOommMmpppFffttt.

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

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

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

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

BBbbbrrRrRAaaaaPppptt 

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

PhhFfrttPtt.

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

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

BRRRrrRrooOommFfrRRooUUmppttTT

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

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

BBBBBBBbBBbbbrRRruuUuUMUmNnnNNNMMPPPpPpFfftTTTtttTTsss

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

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

[mrwavellswaps]

What type of body would you like to swap with? Hairy or smooth? Muscled jock or fit twink? Young or old?

A simple question that I’m more than happy to answer.

Overall I tend to gravitate more towards hairy men so if I had to pick I’d most certainly pick a man with a nice healthy amount of body hair. And of course anyone that knows me will know I absolutely adore a good beard on a man so that’d be something I’ll be looking out for as well. But yeah hairy all over would be ideal for my new body. Really helps give off that masculine aura as well in my opinion.

Now growing up I was always skinny and somewhat twinkish and all I can remember is wanting to break free of that and become a huge muscular hunk. To this day I continue working towards that goal. That said if I were picking a new body I’d definitely want one that’s already jocked up and thick with powerful muscle. Then all I’ve gotta do is maintain that bulky size and hopefully push it even further. Would definitely be hot knowing that I stole a hunks body and then managed to improve it hahaha!

As for age I’m honestly not too bothered overall. I’d be perfectly fine taking the body of a huge hairy daddy. You have no idea the rush that would give me. But I’d be equally as happy going for a younger man as well. That said if this is a one and done permanent body swap I’d probably go for a younger hunk. Simply because that way I’d have more time to enjoy it. And with time that new body would eventually become a daddy as well anyway so in a sense I’d get the best of both worlds!

So in conclusion I’d most likely be forcing a young hairy muscled jock to switch bodies with me. A perfect example being the gorgeous hunk you see below 🤤 Mmmmmm… can’t wait to switch and make that buff fuzzy body mine

And I know you didn’t ask but I’ll add a few extra points on the end here as well. A thick ass would of course be a great bonus. In terms of cock size I’d be hoping for just above average length however I’d want it to be extra fucking girthy like a beer can. When it comes to race I’m partial towards White, Black and Latino men so those are what I’d be keeping an eye out for on that front. Height isn’t one I’m massively bothered about honestly. Certainly wouldn’t be a deal breaker. If the dude is hot, hunky, hairy and hung then I’m not gonna give a fuck whether he’s 5’6 or 6’3 Lmao! Voice is another one I’m not too bothered by. Sure I love a deep voice as much as the next gay but it’s wouldn’t be a huge deal in this case. Tattoo’s would be a welcome addition (as long as they’re good ones). I’d lean towards a guy that has decent hair most likely however if he’s bald and makes it look good then I could still work with that. And finally last one, if I can find a guy who fits all of the main categories up top but is ginger and therefore has ginger body hair and a ginger beard, he’d immediately become a top candidate. Idk what it is but I love hairy ginger dudes.

Hope I answered your question my friend! - Wavell ❤️

#asks #magic #male body theft #male body swap #permanent #identity theft #hairy #muscled jock #jock #muscle theft #body swap #bearded #daddy #age progression #race change

[psiroller]

cheesecake date (◡‿◡✿) (18+)

slight cw for disordered eating irt chilchuck's weight management possibly being an extension of his self loathing (im being a little dramatic sorry its really not that serious here they are just boys sharing a gay meal)

another piece of a larger fic ive been working on, a more freeform, relationship-oriented sequel to break the lock

The idea had been to linger around the tavern long enough for the rest of the party to wander out on their own, but Laios’ entrée arrived and Falin had made herself quite comfortable across the table from Chilchuck. Laios munched away cluelessly at his croquette as Chilchuck slumped further and further behind the protective shield of his beer stein.

“Falin,” Marcille whined. “Are you really going to chaperone them all night?”

Chilchuck’s eye twitched and he considered, not for the first time over the course of this eventful night out, just bailing and walking home on his own. If he tapped out now, Falin would probably back off, he wouldn’t have to try to make conversation with Laios, and everyone could move on with their lives, but he also wouldn’t maybe get his dick wet, so.

“I just want to know Laios is going to be okay,” Falin said, slow and deliberate. Chilchuck could feel his movement speed and defense dropping. Could a cleric debuff somebody without chanting or touching them? Falin was an exceptional mage, of course, but that wasn’t exactly reassuring.

“I’ll be fine,” Laios said, giving her an affectionate punch to the shoulder. “Really. Chilchuck and I were just going to—discuss the hunt, hash things out. Go over strategies to keep this kind of thing from happening again.” Chilchuck’s eyebrows raised. Even if nobody was buying it, it was a more graceful attempt to skirt the obvious implication than he would have given Laios credit for. “You’ve been wanting to catch up on The Daltian Clan with Marcille, right?”

Falin’s judicious gaze shifted to Laios; Chilchuck sucked in a breath of air, suddenly aware of how badly his lungs hurt. Marcille, meanwhile, shook Falin’s shoulder.

“Y-yeah! I have a new relationship chart drawn up and everything. We haven’t had a girl’s night in forever, Falin, please?”

Falin softened, closing her eyes gently. “Very well.”

The mood had gone icy, but Laios was undaunted. He cut out a long slice of his croquette and plopped it on Chilchuck’s plate, which had accumulated a few peanut shells over the course of the evening and little else.

“Ah.” Chilchuck waved the helping away. “I’m watching my—” “It’s a special occasion,” Laios said. “Go on.”

Chilchuck leered at Laios, took a rebellious sip of his ale before indulging him. He stabbed a hitherto unused fork into the cutlet and took a big bite out of it. His sour expression softened up as he chewed.

“Not bad,” Chilchuck ceded, and Laios seemed suspiciously happy about that. Falin stood up from the table, and Marcille hiked up her skirt to jump from the bench. She was trying to play it cool, but there was a certain giddiness in Marcille’s restrained smile that Chilchuck recognized.

“We’re meeting up next week at the usual time, right?” “That’s the plan,” Laios nodded. “I’ll keep an eye on job postings over the weekend, so I should have a lead by then.”

Marcille and Laios grinned at each other in an unspoken agreement as Marcille looped an arm around Falin’s elbow. “See you then!” she giggled, tugging Falin along. Chilchuck decided to fixate on the delicate crust of the pork cutlet instead of whatever that meant; there were a few spices he recognized from home, some rosemary rubbed into the pork.

 “See you around, Chilchuck.” A heavy hand clapped on Chilchuck’s shoulder and shoved him playfully, nearly making him choke.  “Don’t be too rough on the guy, alright? He’s learned his lesson.” Namari let out a raunchy laugh when Chilchuck whipped around, scandalized. Laios didn’t flinch; he dropped another slice of his croquette onto Chilchuck’s plate.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Red pulsed at the edges of Chilchuck’s vision as he was redirected off of Namari’s back to Laios’ face, flushed from drink and sporting an easy smile. Chilchuck’s blood pressure was beginning to become a problem here. “They make the breadcrumbs in house.”

“Melini pork is something else,” Chilchuck muttered around his mouthful. “It’s fattier here than it is back home. Pigs are living free and easy in this climate, I guess.”

“It’s really interesting how the environment an animal is raised in affects the meat,” Laios said, staring off into the blurry space just beyond their table. Chilchuck grimaced as he realized what he’d just done to the conversation. “Up north, the pork’s tough. We have long-haired, hardy pigs. They get lean and mean and muscular once the winter comes.”

Chilchuck chuckled, despite himself. “You were raised on a pig farm? That explains a lot.”

“We had a variety of livestock,” Laios shrugged. “I guess it still counts as being raised in a barn, though. I slept in the hayloft quite a few times.”

Chilchuck snorted into his ale. “I don’t get you,” Chilchuck leaned forward onto the table, not having to go very far, and folded his arms on the damp, yeasty wood. Laios, for whatever reason, leaned in with him.

“You’re not the first person to tell me that,” Laios laughed, a painful edge to his smile.

Chilchuck’s throat went dry, and he washed it down with more ale. Laios reeled in the plate of cheesecake he’d been saving for dessert. The frozen raspberries on top had melted a bit, pink juice staining the immaculate eggshell white of the cake itself and pooling in the center of the plate. He thought about it for a second, then pushed it over to Chilchuck.

“You want the first bite? You paid for it.”

Chilchuck swallowed hard and coughed up some panko. “Why are you feeding me like some kind of—never mind. I have to stay light on my feet. Keeps me from triggering pressure plates inadvertently. You eat it.”

Laios cocked his head quizzically, his flushed high cheekbones pressed into his knuckles. He held out a clean fork, handle side out. Safety first. “A bite’s not going to kill you, Chilchuck. You gotta put weight back on before we head back in anyway.”

Chilchuck opened his mouth to yell, but something stopped him. Laios waggled the silverware expectantly, and Chilchuck snatched it out of his hands. He stabbed straight down the middle of the slice, through a soggy raspberry and the wedge of cake, and carved out a piece, getting the most out of his begrudged portion. Laios watched unblinkingly as Chilchuck wrapped his chapped lips around the tines of the fork. Chilchuck’s eyes glittered.

“Well?”

“It’s alright,” Chilchuck shrugged, quickly stealing another bite before handing the fork back to Laios. There was a smug look on his face that Chilchuck wanted to wipe off. Laios finally had a piece and melted when it touched his tongue.

“Tastes more than alright to me,” Laios hummed. “You’re funny.” “Funny how?” “It’s just cake, Chilchuck.” Laios passed the fork. “You bought it, you like it, but you can’t say so.” “Are you calling me a coward?” “I’m saying that we can share. It’s not such a big deal.”

Chilchuck grumbled something in his mother tongue. He scooped up another piece and focused on the sour tang of the cream cheese instead, the delicate crumbled crust soaked through with fruit juice.

“It’s probably the best cheesecake I’ve ever had,” Chilchuck admitted. Laios clapped his hands and cheered.

“There you go! Wasn’t that nice?” “It’d be nicer if you could shut your cakehole so I can enjoy this in peace.”

Laios grinned. “Why’s it so hard to admit what you want?” Chilchuck’s eyes rolled, but he wasn’t getting up from the table. He chewed on an extra-large piece and passed the fork back to Laios to finish it off. Laios took his time to savor the last, eyes closed and mind distant from the overwhelming chatter around them, drunken jeering and bubbling laughter.

“Most people don’t ask,” Chilchuck said. Laios’ eyes opened. “So I’m asking. What do you want?”

Chilchuck flushed from his ears to his throat and slammed the last of his ale.

#ficroller #dungeon meshi #chilaios #preview #laios' autistic swagger is getting to him majorly

[inlovewithsaturn]

I posted my second ever fanfic!! I just needed to get these feelings about these boys out.

It's Where I Belong (Down at the Pink Pony Club)

In which Tommy takes Buck to a gay bar for the first time and Buck has a lot of feelings about it.

The tears catch him off guard.

He thinks maybe he should have known, thinks he should have guessed that the sense of pure rightness and warmth that settled behind his ribs the first time Tommy kissed him would find him again, here and now.

Pink lights shine above them like beacons, glowing warm and just soft enough that it almost feels like an alternate world from the sidewalk they just stepped in from. It's been almost two months since the night Tommy showed up at his door, two months since their lips pressed together and the ache in his chest that he'd been trying to fill for as long as he could remember finally dissipated, finally letting him breathe. So he doesn't expect it, not really, when the warm glow of belonging that had tucked itself into his chest burns brighter and stronger at the rainbow flags proudly on display above the bar catch his eye. Doesn't expect the tears that well up at just how many people are happy and dancing and swaying together even though it's only 7pm on a Thursday.

He feels complete. Feels safe.

It's not the same acceptance and love he's come to find in his group at the firehouse, though he treasures that just the same, it's just. Well. He doesn't feel like there's any part of him he needs to hide here. Doesn't feel nervous when Tommy presses a hand to the small of his back (and god does he love how Tommy's hand spans over nearly his whole waist), doesn't feel the press of eyes on him when he tucks himself closer into Tommy's side as the older man gently leads them toward the bar.

He knows, generally speaking, that LA is safe for him. Knows that those feelings he has when he and Tommy are out together are more to do with him than with any real threats. He didn't understand at first, didn’t understand the fear that had settled low in his stomach on that first disaster of a date when he felt like every eye in the restaurant was on them. On him. He and Tommy have talked about it some now, about Tommy's own story, his own journey through that fear that never will truly go away. He knows now that it's different now that he's more than an ally, just like his very wise sister had said all those weeks ago.

But he doesn't feel that here. Here, under the pink lights, he feels free.

They reach the bar and Tommy slides behind him, arm around his waist and his broad chest a solid line of heat against Buck's back. Two beers are ordered, Buck doesn't catch what kind, too busy taking in every detail around them. He only knows that's it's the bartender winking at him, the glitter on their cheeks almost glowing in the light, that makes the tears finally fall. Or maybe it's just the blush that colors his cheeks as it happens that does it, the fact that his first instinct isn't to shy away from the attention or to stamp down the urge to drag his eyes over the very muscular arms of the person in front of him. He wants to look. He's allowing himself to look.

The wetness hits his cheeks just as Tommy spins him around, chest to chest, and he watches his boyfriend’s (his boyfriend's!!!!) face go from happy to concerned in a second, the hands at his waist moving quickly to cup his face instead.

“Ev, hey, whats-” Buck lets out a wet laugh and wraps his own arms tighter around Tommy's waist, shakes his head as much as he can when it's enveloped by Tommy's palms.

“I'm good, I promise,” He turns his head just a touch, presses a kiss to Tommy's wrist. The happy giggle he lets out finally smooths the lines of concern between his boyfriend’s eyes. “It's just,” he takes a breath, tries to put all the thoughts and feelings currently wrapping around his mind into some semblance of order.

Tommy just smiles softly, wipes at the skin beneath Buck's eyes, and waits. He always waits.

“It's like,” Buck says, the grin on his face not dropping even to speak, “You remember what I told you about how it felt after you kissed me? Like there was this weight on my chest my whole life, this ache, and I never knew why? Never could figure out what was so wrong with me? And then you kissed me,” he pauses to suck in an excited breath and squeezes even tighter around the other man. “And I could breathe. That there this big piece of who I am was missing all my life and then you kissed me and I could finally take a breath?” Tommy nods, lets his hands slide down to rest around Buck's shoulders in a warm embrace.

He looks around again, takes in the music and the people and the fucking beautiful rainbow flags and he wants to sob at how happy and right it feels.

“I've never felt free like this ya know?.” He looks back at the man in front of him and there is no question in his mind that Tommy does know. That he does understand.

“Yeah sweetheart, I know what you mean.” Tommy murmurs softly, always soft with him, and Buck thinks their smiles are probably matched in brightness now.

When Buck lets out another happy laugh and releases his hold on Tommy so he can wipe at the remaining tears on his cheeks Tommy laughs a little too, a bright happy sound that Buck adores.

He doesn't feel anything but joy when Tommy gently pulls him closer with his arms still around his shoulders, only feels warmth when Tommy presses him against the dark wood bar under the sparkling pink lights. And when Tommy pulls away, reaches behind him for their forgotten beers and asks if he wants to dance, no part of Buck hesitates to say yes.

Evan Buckley is finally free.

#bucktommy #evan buck buckely #tommy kinard #911 abc #ahhhhhh i love them #the absolute joy after he kisses tommy is sooooo sweet

[brooooswriting]

how about like badass biker! nat x reader where nat is a player and always sleeps around with different girls and nat flirts with reader also but it’s different she actually has feelings for reader and is in love with her same for reader and reader thinks they have something going but at a party she sees nat flirting with someone new and reader just storms out mad feeling like a fool to think nat was different with her but nat follows her out and confesses and says she’s in love with reader but shes just scared

Only you

Biker!Natasha x reader

You knew Natasha, well everybody did, not only because you could hear her exhaust all thru the city but also because a) she and her friends were incredibly rich and b) she flirted (and probably slept) with like every girl that went to your club. But due to the fact that you mostly worked behind closed doors you never truly met, until 3 weeks ago.

Your bartender got sick so you decided to cover, it’s been a while since you stood behind the bar so you thought why not. It made you realize how much you missed this, the new people, the vibe, the happiness around the club.

When a certain redhead in leather jacket, followed by three men entered the bar you were quick to figure out who she was. Natasha Romanoff, Playgirl of the city, Steve rogers, her loyal buddy that was to nice for his own good, and Tony stark, playboy of the city.

“Hey, can we get three beers please?” Steve asked as he came up to the counter. “Right up” you said as you opened the beers and slid them over, he laid down some money nodding before going to the other man of the group. The redhead, unknown to you, was watching your interaction with the blonde, she’s never seen you here before and it made her curious about you, you were hot, there was no denying that.

“Hello pretty, I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. Are you new?” she smirked as she sat down on one of the chairs in front of the bar. “I’m just not behind the bar that often” you answered mixing a drink for the girl next to her. “Well, sadly, it’s a view I could get used to” you were laughing by now which confused her, it wasn’t a giggle or something like that, no you were clearly laughing about her and what she said. “Look, just because you’re good looking and rich, that doesn’t mean that everybody wants to be your toy” you told her openly which shocked her and the girl next to her.

“I- what - you” she clearly didn’t know what to say, as nobody has ever been that honest with her. “Aw, I’m sorry, did that break you?” Now it was your time to smirk as she stood up and walked away with a frown. A couple minutes later she was flirting with various girls around the club.

Later that night, she came back. “Why don’t you want me?” She asked you causing you to look at her rather confused. “I mean, you’re clearly gay and you said it yourself, I’m hot. So why do you not want me?” It annoyed her that she didn’t even know what your problem was, she wasn’t going to force herself on you but she wanted to know. Only then she realized that you disappeared when she wasn’t looking.

Something about you mesmerized her, she couldn’t put a finger on it and she hated it, not once has she been so pulled in by someone. But she didn’t just think that you’re hot, no she thought you were beautiful. So she went back the next couple of nights to see you again but you didn’t show up.

She let Tony do a bit of research about you and it made sense when she heard that you were the club owner, that’s why you weren’t always behind the bar, but it meant that you probably were in the club somewhere.

Turns out your bartender wasn’t sick but he was planning on quitting his job, so here you were at the end of the month doing the job yourself. When Natasha saw that, she came back every night to try and flirt with you.

Unknown to you the flirting that was just for a hookup soon turned into honest intentions. She started to fall for you, so she sat at the bar every night making small talk and listening to your stories. Your voice was one of her favorite things, it was soothing and so comforting that she could listen to you to talk for hours. To you it just seemed like Natasha finally realized that you didn’t want to hook up and that maybe, just maybe, she wanted more than that.

That’s what you thought until today, you came into the club later as you had a meeting before. When you entered you immediately saw Natasha with three girl around her, clearly flirting with them to get into their pants. You rolled your eyes and grumpily made your way behind the bar. It wasn’t really clear to you why you always had to look over to the group or why it annoyed you so much until you best friend, Kate, spoke up. “Falling for the playboy always hurts darling, but you’ll be fine” she kissed your cheek and disappeared.

She left you trying to figure out what she meant, you didn’t fall for the redhead, right? It would be stupid and you wouldn’t do that, you thought and decided to concentrate on work. You were shaking a margarita for a customer as you made a bit of small talk with her, she was here for a visit and you decided to give her some tips for the city. By now it got more to a point where you were flirting with her and things where great until

Until Natasha came up to the counter. “Hello beautiful” she greeted you and leaned over the bar to kiss your cheek. As much as you hated it, it made you blush causing the woman you were flirting with to go. “What the hell? You made her leave” you whined while glaring at the redhead. “I’m sorry, but can I maybe get a beer?” She asked sitting down across from you. “Here” you mumbled as you gave it to her, before cleaning the counter.

“So how was your day sweetheart?” She asked causing you to roll your eyes and ignore her. “Y/n - what’s wrong?” She was concerned by now as she didn’t really know why you were ignoring her. “What do you want Romanoff?! I’m working” you snapped looking up at her. “That didn’t matter before, we’ve been talking the last couple of weeks” she tried to explain but you only shook your head. “You can drop the act and to back to your girl toys over there, I believe they’ll satisfy your needs” you told her accusingly before turning to the other bartender. “Clint, I’m taking 5”

What you didn’t know was that Clint, a coworker and friend of yours, was also pretty good friends with Natasha. “What the hell was that?” She asked him confused. She was genuinely interested in how your day was and she was more than just trying to get into your pants. “You’re really clueless huh?” He grinned as he was obviously enjoying this. “What do you mean clueless? She’s mad at me without a good reason” she argued causing him to laugh. “Without a good reason? The last three weeks you flirted with her and made her feel like you care and one time she comes late and you’re back there flirting with three women at the same time” he explained before walking off to serve another costumer.

Natasha was more than happy to hear that. The last three weeks she fell for you and she was scared that you wouldn’t feel the same. So she made her way to search for you. But her search was interrupted when Tony called out for her, “Romanoff, Peter is in trouble. We gotta go.” You watched as they walked to their bikes and drove off.

The next morning you went to get breakfast with Kate. “I don’t know why I’d fall for her. I mean she is a playboy, why would I do that?” You rambled to Kate who tried to comfort you as much as she could. “It’ll be fine, we all fall for someone like that at least once” she told you rubbing your arm comfortingly.

In the middle of breakfast Kate went to the bathroom so you took the opportunity to check your phone until someone slid into the booth in front of you. Looking up you saw a redhead, “what are you doing?” You asked not really happy to see her. “I saw you from outside and couldn’t walk by without saying hi and tell you that you look very beautiful today” she explained before ordering a coffee.

By the time her coffee arrived Kate was back and stood next to the table looking at the biker confused. “Did I crash a date?” Natasha asked eyeing the brunette. “No, you’re fine. But y/n, darling, I actually gotta go. I’m sorry” she said before she kissed your cheek and disappeared. She felt bad about it but she saw the way Nat looked at you, it was filled with so much love and adoration that she just couldn’t resist.

“Well maybe I should also leave then” you told the redhead who was quick to grab your hand. “Wait, please, come on. Let me take you on a date, if you don’t like me after it, then I’ll leave you alone” she said desperately. It shocked you honestly and you were considering what to do. “Tasha, it’s not that I don’t like you, it’s the fact that I don’t think that I can trust you” you decided to be honest because this may be the only way that this could come to an end.

“What? Why won’t you trust me?” She seemed a bit hurt. “Are you being for real? You flirt with every damn girl you meet and why would I think that you want me? Like for real” Natasha was stunned, she thought she made clear that she was really interested in you.

“Listen to me, since the moment I laid my eyes on you I started to fall for you and I’m sorry if I ever made you feel uncomfortable or anything but I really just wanted to be with you. Give me a chance and if after some time you still think I’m not trustable then I’ll leave you alone” she was being sincere, you could hear it, see it in her eyes and her body language. “Fine, take me out” you told her in a challenging way.

Not even 10 minutes later you sat behind her on her bike as she drove you out of town to do for a walk. Bikes used to scare you but somehow you felt safe with her. Most of the time one of her hands was on your leg, her thumb comfortingly stroking over it. On every red light she turned slightly to ask if you were okay.

When you arrived you walked around the small town for two hours before she led you into a small bakery. She led you to a table pulling out the chair for you and kissing your cheek before sitting down herself.

After the fourth weeks it became a tradition to go to this bakery once a week. Sometimes you’d eat there and sometimes you’d just have a small coffee, but anything was great actually as long as you were with the redhead.

This time you walked into the small place to be greeted by a waitress you’ve never seen before. But something you immediately noticed was her staring at your girl. You both sat down and ordered but you pretty soon wanted to leave the room.

The waitress kept flirting with Natasha, who didn’t even seem to notice, the whole time her eyes were on you, asking you how your days were, what you wanted to do for the rest of the day and on and on.

When you left the bakery you attached yourself to the redhead kissing her fiercely. She wrapped her arms around your waist pulling you impossibly closer to her. “What was that for baby?” She asked when you finally pulled away to catch a breath. “For being you, I trust you” you kissed her again before pushing her to her bike. “Come on, I wanna go home and show the rest of the world that you’re mine”

Nearly every night Nat showed the rest of the world that you were hers, she came into your club, mostly sitting at the bar talking to you and telling you that it was only you. Forever only you.

I don’t really like this but hey, I hope you guys enjoy it anyway

#reader insert #marvel #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #brooooswriting #natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader

[madammidnightsblog]

Because I’ve been seeing a lot of Soap being raised in a catholic household and was kicked out for being queer headcannons- I don’t headcannon that it as I feel like his family was actually a little more supportive on it. But I headcannon that Price was the one that was kicked out of his family house for coming out bisexual. I feel like when he came out it wasn’t like he was for sure he was, more like he was experiencing when he was a teen and his dad caught him with another boy and sent him to live with his grandparents who were more accepting. But that experience was so scary for young Price, that he denied his sexuality throughout the rest of his teen years and most of his military years until he met Laswell. Founding out she was openly a lesbian and married to a woman, he ended up feeling a little bit more comfortable with his sexual- because if she could then why couldn’t he?

I feel like it took a while for him to be out and fully comfortable with his sexuality as he’s an older man and he had inner misogyny for so long he felt like being a man meant he couldn’t like men. So, when he did go out to pubs and looked for a possible nighttime partner, he would only pick up women despite the times he found a few men there attractive. But he never felt comfortable to take a man back to a hotel as he didn’t want anyone outside Laswell to find out about him. That was until he met Nikolai and he had fell in love without even knowing at first. He thought he just found him a great man and someone he felt like he could rely on, but he noticed that his eyes lingered on the Russian a little longer when he walked into the helicopter garage. Seeing how Nikolai would smile at him and greet him with pure joy seeing him still up and moving after a mission, it made his heart flutter and he would try to tell himself that was just because he was happy someone was glad to know he was alive. He wasn’t in love, he couldn’t be- he’s a man.

But then Soap showed up and the Scot was open about being gay which at first made him feel not only uncomfortable but envious. How could he feel so comfortable with loving another man openly? Poor Price was upset and angry with not only Soap who didn’t even do anything wrong but himself. Price wanted to be loved by Nikolai and he wanted to be open about it too but he felt like he was too old to be as open as Soap despite Laswell being only a few years older than him. He just felt like him being Captain and nearly forty, he couldn’t be open about that and would avoid it all together. So, like many people who are stressed, tired, and confused, he went drinking off duty at the nearby pub. Drinking beer after beer without much thought and see what he thought was a handsome stranger ordering himself a shot of vodka and decided that he had enough. He held back all those emotions and thoughts for so long it was time to get back out there and be happy for once because he’s a soldier- his life isn’t guaranteed. And he was drunk enough so it was fine, right?

Gaining confidence and the courage, he finished the last of his beer and walked over to the ‘handsome stranger’ and asked him if he would fancy a night with him. And the man was more than happy to. Price was more than happy he agreed and a little confused why the man sounded so similar to Nikolai but he blamed it one the beer. So, the two men left to a nearby cheap hotel and got a room which was one of the best things Price has ever done. A long night of sex and pure bliss of being able to be free, the morning came and so did the waking of Price. Waking up happy and satisfied, his eyes opened to see a familiar face staring back at him with a happy and in love smile.

“Mornin’, Captain.” Nikolai said with a smile, his thick Russian accent full of warmth and love as Price stared back at him with a shock and bashful expression.

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[ladykailitha]

Ser Stephan Of Harring’s Town Extra

This is set after Steve gives Eddie his guitar to look after.

This is also the last thing I have fully completed. But I’ll leave a link to my masterlist that has all my WIPs.

We can do this any of a couple different ways. I can start uploading all of what I have in a mad rush and then just post new parts when they come. I can focus on one in particular (list the one you want in the replies) and then post new parts when they come. Or finish it and post all the parts at once and then move on to the next one, finish it, post all parts, repeat ad nauseum. (Does that make sense??)

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Eddie walked through the door of his trailer, guitar case in hand. He stopped when he saw his uncle on the sofa, beer in hand.

“Uh...” Eddie murmured, looking around sheepishly, “hi?”

“Watcha got there?” Wayne asked, jutting his jaw at the case in his hand.

“A guitar?” Eddie replied stupidly. He was usually better at thinking on the fly then this, but his brain had gone completely blank.

“Yeah?” Wayne said. “Let’s see then.”

Eddie moved to sit next to his uncle on the sofa. He flipped the clasps and opened the case.

Wayne let out a low whistle. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so pretty. Where did you get her?”

“I’m holding it for a friend,” Eddie murmured. “His dad’s a piece of work and doesn’t know my friend plays.”

“So he’s concerned it’ll get broke if it stays with him?” He held out his hands for the guitar. “May I?”

Eddie paused for a moment and handed it to him. Wayne strummed a couple of strings and looked down impressed at the sound quality. “Shit, son. She sounds as pretty as she looks.”

Eddie blushed.

“Not as pretty as her owner?” Wayne teased and Eddie blushed a darker shade of red.

“It’s not like that,” Eddie mumbled.

“But you’d like it to be, am I right?” Wayne started strumming properly and placed his fingers on the strings moving to play Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash.

“Yeah,” Eddie admitted softly. “There is just so many different facets to him that it’s like holding a crystal to the light.”

“Uh-oh,” Wayne said, pausing mid-strum. “If you’re already waxing poetic, you’re done for, head over heels.”

Eddie ducked his head, his face not being able to get any redder than it already was.

“Sometimes I feel we’re on the edge of something greater,” he said softly. “I’m just waiting to see who takes the first step.”

Wayne put the guitar down next to him. “Who says it can’t be you?”

“I guess I’m too used to being someone’s dirty little secret that I worry I’ll end up another one.”

Wayne pursed his lips. “I could see why that might be a concern especially with this boy’s daddy being a piece shit that would destroy this beautiful instrument instead of letting his boy be happy.”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah. I mean I wasn’t expecting miracles in a town that tried to straight up lynch me, but it would be nice if we were known to someone outside of ourselves.”

“So tell me,” Wayne said. “Even if it’s just one person. It wouldn’t be just the two of you. You could come here and be safe.”

Eddie nodded. “If we do get together, you’ll be first person I tell.”

“Good,” Wayne said, picking the guitar back up. “Let’s find a safe place for her, shall we?”

Eddie stood up and stretched. “I think we should name her.”

Wayne laughed. “Shouldn’t it be his job to name her?”

“Nah! If she hasn’t been named yet,” Eddie said with a grin, “then he’s lost all privileges.”

Wayne shook his head. “All right, then. Go on.”

Eddie tapped his lips with his finger. “Sweet Cherry!”

Wayne’s grin split his face. “Sweet Cherry it is.”

They decided to keep her under Wayne’s bed with the permission to take her out whenever Steve wanted to play her.

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[mirkwoodshewolf]

Halloween Cinderella; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so this was for a favor for a dear fav. blog of mine @sweetpeapod when she needed some help in clearing out some requests so to the requester who asked this of her during her last event, look no further than here.  Now I made some changes to the request (just some small minor stuff to fit with the time period and all that) but other than that the only warnings are swearing, cheating, some minor angst but also some fluffy, comforting and a bit flirty Eddie.  Hope you enjoy this my lovelies and to @sweetpeapod​ thanks for sending this fic my way, had a blast writing it and I’m happy to help anytime you want your inbox cleared of some work :)

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*Halloween 1984*

I still don’t even understand why I even came here to begin with? All I wanted to do was stay at home, do candy duty and just wait for this day to be month to be over.  Not to say that I don’t like Halloween cause I do, but the fact that my douche of a boyfriend dumped me just a week before we would go as our couple costumes of Kane and Ripley from Alien.  That’s something I can’t look past, especially when he admitted to cheating on me with some slut from the swim team.

So my best friend/brother from another mother Ferris (who was dressed as Michael Myers) thought it would still be a good idea for us to go to the party just to rub Jefferson’s face in it.  And believe me when I say that it is hard to say no to Ferris Worthington, the boy’s as stubborn as a mule and won’t take no for an answer.

And that’s where I am.  Sitting in my car, parked right outside Heather’s place where the party was debating whether or not I should go in or just drive away and lock myself in isolation.

“Goddamn it Ferris. Why do I always let you talk me into these things seriously why?” I said talking to myself.  “Because I was a jackass in a previous life. Now grow a pair and get your sexy Ripley butt in there!” I said knowing what he’d say if we had drove together.  “I hate you so much, you better be in there and I swear there better be some serious booze if not a little buzz of the Mary Jane.” I said muttering to myself again as I got out of the car and locked it.

I walked up to Heather’s house and opened the door and already blaring music was playing, streamers were flying everywhere, and over a hundred people were already in the large mansion.

“Think I’ll also be needing some earplugs too and maybe whiskey instead of beer to drown this noise out.” I said adjusting my fake rifle further up my shoulder.  I had been fabricating with my dad since the start of summer, he actually works on indie horror films so he’s gone some weapons and makeup sculpting skills.

As I walked through the crowd of seniors and even a couple of juniors that somehow managed to sneak in, I noticed a problem.  Ferris said he’d be dressing up like Michael Myers from Halloween, well I’m barely at the living room and already I spotted three different Michael Myers masks.

“Brilliant move Ferris. Seems like every freaking guy in here had the same idea you did.” When I finally got to the living room, low and behold there were about seven, maybe 10 other Michael Myers at the party.  I mean Jesus Christ there are other slasher killers you can choose from; Freddie Kruger, Psycho’s Norman Bates, Leatherface, Jason, any of those guys but nope everyone chose Michael Myers.

Again not that there’s anything wrong with it, Jamie Lee, perfect final girl material and an extreme badass next to Sigourney Weaver, but come on guys.  Ferris could’ve at least given me something to distinguish himself from all the other Michael Myers’ at this party.

“Okay so first thing I’m gonna do is find that smug son of a bitch, then kick his ass for making me search for him, and then drink, drink, drink.” I said to myself before going in and walking to the first Michael Myers costume I saw.  “Ferris?!” the person turned to me and motioned to them to take their mask off. They removed their mask and I saw it was one of the football players.

“Sorry.” He told me before putting his mask back on.  Okay one down, nine to maybe a dozen or so to go. I moved through the crowd, keeping my plastic rifle close to me and walked up to the next Michael Myers I saw.

“Ferris is that you under there?!” the person lifted up their mask and it was some other random dude, probably from either another school or even a former graduate (by a year or two).

“You got the wrong guy, sweetheart. But if you stick around, I can make you forget about him.” He said as he eyed me up and down with a lustful look in his eyes.

“Yeah and I’d like to tell you a joke about my vagina but you’re never gonna get it.” I said walking away annoyed.  One by one I asked each Michael Myers I saw to remove their mask, but all of them turned out to be a bust.

I was now by the drinks deciding to just get me some spiked punch and just accept the fact that either Ferris had ditched the party all together and lied to me, or the little shithead is hiding somewhere knowing I’d probably kill him for making me search for him.

I soon took notice of another person coming up as Michael Myers coming to get a glass of punch.  I set my cup down and turned to the guy and told him.

“Need I ask if that’s you Ferris?” the guy soon turned his attention to me and removed his mask.  Unlike the rest of the guys who had short hair underneath, this guy had long, shaggy brown hair.  Deep brown deer like eyes, maybe even puppy brown.  “Oh.” I said dejectedly returning to my drink.

“Just what every boy dreams of hearing from someone who's just seen your face for the first time.” He told me.

“I’m sorry. Really I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just I’ve been searching for my friend for what feels like hours. He told me he came as Michael Myers and low and behold, almost every guy came in dressed like the guy.”

“I know. At first I was gonna come as Freddie Kruger, but then one of my little sheepies whose part of the drama department in charge of makeup fell sick and couldn’t come to work on my makeup.”

“No kidding, they were really gonna do that?”

“Yeah. Said his dad or uncle or whatever works with VFX makeup in Hollywood. Has his own shop and everything of all the face casts and costumes he’s sculpted. Would’ve been so metal but unfortunately I got stuck with Old Michael. No offense the dude is one badass mother fucker, but the mask just suffocates me.”

“That’s a shame. Cause that is a very lovely face, a really handsome face that I’d hate to see be suffocated and—” oh shit please tell me I did not just say that to some stranger.  I slowly turned to him to see him pondering on what I just said with a smirk before he turned to me and asked.

“Lovely face? No wait scratch that, really handsome face?”

“Can I just the spiked punch made me say it?” I gulped defeatedly.

“You know what they say, drunken lips brings out sober thoughts.”

“That doesn’t even rhyme!”

“Who cares if it does?”

“I do!”

“What are you? The rhyming police?”

“Yes and I’m placing you under arrest for crimes against poor rhyming.” He laughed before saying.

“Whatever you say, Ellen Ripley.”

“You know you’re the first person to actually say who I am.”

“Uncultured swine’s!” he said exasperatedly as he gasped and placed his hand over his heart dramatically.

“Right!? Alien is a badass movie. If they ever think about making a second movie they better not fuck it up.”

“You never know.” He shrugged.  “But if I may be inquired to ask your real name? Just so I can put a name to the girl who called my face handsome.”

“(Y/n). (Y/n) (l/n).”

“Munson. Eddie Munson.” We shook hands as I said.

“With an intro like that, surprised you didn’t come as James Bond.”

“Ehh, cool guy but boring films.”

“WHAT!?”

“Oh don’t tell me…..”

“Uncultured swine!” I exclaimed.  Once again he shot his hand to his heart and threw himself backwards which made me laugh.  “How could you think the Bond films are boring!?!”

“I’m sorry but they drag the plot too long and the humor is kinda stale.”

“Which Bond films have you seen?”

“What was that last Bond film that came out last year?”

“Oh Octopussy with Richard Moore? Okay I will give you that, that one wasn’t as good. But if you get to watch any of the Sean Connery ones, I swear you’ll think he’s the best Bond ever.”

“Okay, I’ll hold you to that.” A brief moment of silence came around us.  It wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward but—comforting? “Hey, I don’t normally ask this but uhh…..do you wanna step outside? Party’s getting more crowded and all that. I was gonna offer that to you earlier when I saw how dejected you seemed earlier.”

“I’d actually like that. Promise not to murder me once we get outside Michael?” I teased his character’s name at the end.

“Oh sweetheart, if anyone’s gonna murder anyone it’s you who’d murder me Ripley. You took on a fucking alien with an extended alien tongue. Compared to that, I’m mere child’s play.” So Eddie and I walked out of the house and into the backyard.

Hardly any people were outside.  Most of them having a quick smoke break or to get some air from the mass of bodies that occupied the house.  As Eddie prepared himself a smoke, he offered me one and I thanked him and he offered up his lighter.

I took a deep inhale before exhaling the smoke as I felt the cigarette between my index and tall finger.

“So the guy you mentioned earlier, you said his name was Ferris?”

“Yeah, Ferris Worthington.”

“Hold on, Ferris Worthington?” he asked me as he turned to me.

“Yeah.”

“About yay-tall, short brown hair, always wears a sweater vest?”

“Yeah. Wait how do you know him?”

“You kidding me? Ferris the Cunning Paladin. Dude may dress like a nerd but he’s one smart son of a bitch in my campaigns. He told me he was gonna dress up as Jason from Friday the 13th and I’ve been looking for him everywhere. We were gonna try to battle it out in front of everyone. Find out just who would really win in a fight.”

Oh that little shit! I’ll kill him I swear!

“Really? Cause like I said before, he told me he was gonna dress up as Michael Myers. Seems we’ve been played.”

“It would seem so.” He said taking an inhale of his cigarette.

“I should’ve known. I’ve known that boy since we were in kindergarten and he always does shit like this. He knew I didn’t want to come to the party anymore and he still managed to somehow convince me only to stand me up just like my douche of an ex-boyfriend!” I ranted angrily and when I turned to see Eddie looking at me stunned I exhaled deeply and shook my head. “I’m sorry. You probably don’t wanna hear me rant, so I wouldn’t blame you if you left me to my misery.”

“I may be known as the ‘Freak of Hawkins High’, but being the King of the social outcasts does come with its priorities.”

“And what’s that?”

“Being a good listener. Since I’m not so stuck up in my head of my own vanity and pride, I can take time to truly listen to those who need to rant, scream or shout. Not like those who follow the force conformity of ignoring other people’s problems.”

“I don’t know Eddie—”

“I won’t pry, if you tell me to drop it, we’ll drop it. But—you do seem like you really need to rant, and it seems like Ferris didn’t really take your feelings seriously.”

“Lately he hasn’t.” I took another intake from my cigarette before exhaling the smoke out and stomping on the last bit of bud that was left.  “My ex-boyfriend, cheated on me with some bimbo from the swim team. And he told me he had been cheating on me for five months while we were still together. Not only that but he dumped me for said bimbo through a note he put in my locker.”

“Jesus what a cowardly dick.” I laughed coldly.

“I wish there was a word to describe him. Couldn’t even work up the balls to break up with me face to face. Anyway, we had planned to come together to this party with me as Ripley and him as Kane. Even made a tiny alien baby to have pop out of his chest and everything.”

“That would’ve been so metal.” I nodded.

“I hated him so much. So much so that I felt like Halloween was ruined for me. I’ve actually wanted to do a couple’s costume ever since we went out. I planned, prepped and tried to come up with a cool costume duo that wasn’t gonna be predictable or standard.”

“I hear yah. I may not look it but I can respect a good costume couple, and already seeing you I would’ve like to have seen that.”

“Sorry to disappoint in not having the other half.”

“Not disappointed. You still look pretty badass. I mean your rifle alone looks awesome.”

“Just your basic nerf gun that I painted and redesigned a bit.”

“Metal.” He said impressed.  “And seriously, I meant what I said when I called your ex a cowardly dick. He shouldn’t have done that to you.”

“I know I shouldn’t let it get to me this badly but—he was the first guy who really took interest in me. And not just because he wanted to have someone to fuck or please him. We did have a lot in common, but then it turns out he had to fuck some other girl behind my back just to keep what was between his legs satisfied. Sometimes I feel like something’s wrong with me.”

“Hey,” he came in front of me.  His head tilted downward so he could try to look me in the eye. Eventually I looked up at him and he continued, “There is nothing, okay absolutely nothing wrong with you. The relationship failed because of him, not you. If he couldn’t see the beautiful woman that was standing right at his side, then it’s his loss.” I felt my cheeks heat up as I crossed my arms over my chest and said.

“Did you just—call me beautiful?”

“I’m not the only one with a good looking face.” He said with a small grin.

“Eddie, I appreciate the comment but…..if this is some attempt for you to be Prince Charming and swoop in on a girl who’s emotionally vulnerable, this isn’t the right way to go about it.”

“I know. I’m just giving a lovely girl a compliment. I don’t expect anything in return.”

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?” We turned around and speak of the devil there stood Ferris with his lifted up Jason Vorhees mask.  “This was not how I pictured this going!!”

“Did you seriously think I would want another relationship so sudden after my last one?!” I snapped.

“If it gets you to stop mopping, yes! Plus you guys were really hitting it off! C’mon Eddie’s a good guy just kiss him already!” I shook my head at Ferris.

“Permission to beat the shit out of this little turd, my lady?” Eddie asked me.

“He’s all yours.” I said.  Eddie put his mask back on and as quick as lightning, he charged at Ferris who let out a girlish scream and went running for the hills.  I shook my head and decided to just head home knowing that all of this was just Ferris Worthington’s scheme to make me have another man just so I would stop my bitching and mopping.  

Monday at school, I was opening my locker to get my trig book when a note fell out of my locker.  I picked it up, unfolded it and read it.

Hey Ripley,

The party was fun, sorry about Ferris. He says he’s sorry for what he did. And don’t worry, even if he doesn’t mean it, I’ll make sure he pays for it at our next D&D campaign hehehe (devil face drawing).

Anyway, I meant what I said about both your ex being a douche and you being beautiful.  Now I’m not trying to flirt or start an instant relationship but if you ever want to rant or punch someone, give me a call.  Just know you’ve got someone on your side who will really listen to you, be your punching bag, or even a shoulder to cry on and won’t complain at all. Hope to see you around the school, or just reach me here.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

Eddie aka Michael Myers #9

He even drew little devil horns around his name.  I smiled and folded the note and put it in my flannel pocket over my heart.  I grabbed my book and headed off to my trig class with a slight pep in my step.

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[firstkanaphans]

a prompt, if you're in the mood...

(obviously please please ignore if not!)

Ray figures out that Sand has been 'taking care' of him in the bedroom this whole time. he decides to even things out a little.

(peace and good vibes, happy almost-only-friends-day to you) 🖤

I had so much fun with this, you have no idea 💕 Thank you for the request!

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“I am not a pillow princess!” Cheum cried. She was adorably drunk, her cheeks rosy, and she was leaning on her girlfriend’s shoulder, staring up at her like she hung the moon.

“I love you, babe,” April said with a snort. “But you are.”

“I am not!” Cheum whined. Then she stopped to think about it and dissolved into giggles. “Okay, maybe I am. But just a little bit!” She held her fingers up only a millimeter apart to demonstrate how little of a pillow princess she actually was and April plucked her hand out of the air.

“Do you see these?” April said, brandishing Cheum’s inch-long nails towards Ray as proof. They were filed to sharp points. “Would you want these talons inside of you?”

Ray winced at the mental image. He was unsure how he had gotten involved in this conversation in the first place. It was apparently his punishment for going to a gay bar alone with two lesbians since they were the only ones willing to drink with him.

“No?” he tried. It seemed like the correct answer.

“Thank you!” April crowed, vindicated, and then returned Cheum’s hand to her.

“My mouth works just fine, thank you very much,” Cheum said, cradling her manicured hand to her chest. “And you like my nails!”

“I do like your nails,” April agreed with a grin. Cheum scrunched her nose in delight and then pulled April in for a hug. Ray was still trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about.

“So, a pillow princess is a…?” he said, struggling with the context clues while three beers deep.

“She’s a bottom,” April said, putting it into terms he might understand. “She likes to just lay there and let me do all the work.”

Cheum smacked per playfully. “Don’t listen to her, Ray. She’s lying!”

Ray thought back to the night before when Sand had dropped down to his knees in the bathroom of P’Yo’s bar to suck Ray’s dick. Or a few days before that when he had spread Ray out on his bed and fucked him to three separate orgasms before coming himself. He thought about how even despite their economic differences, Sand was always the one taking care of him, offering him food and music and time. He was starting to worry it might be a pattern.

It wasn’t that Ray never returned the favor. He could suck dick with the best of them and he was a very interactive bottom, thank you very much. But sometimes, yes, he liked to just lay there and let himself be worshiped. What was so wrong with that? Horror washed over him.

“Oh my god. I think I’m a pillow princess.”

Cheum tilted her head and examined him carefully. “I can see that.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” April insisted even though she had just spent the past ten minutes teasing her girlfriend for it. “I like being the one that gets to take care of her.”

That made Ray feel better for all of ten seconds before Cheum butted in. “But you can’t just lay there all the time,” she snapped, clearly aware that moderation was not a concept Ray had ever had a firm grasp of. “You have to give some too. You’re giving some too—right, Ray?”

Ray downed the rest of his beer and stood up from the table. He was in desperate need of another.

Unfortunately, Ray couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d had a lot of sex in his life—a lot of good sex. Or at least he had thought. But after one conversation with Cheum, suddenly he was questioning everything.

Was Sand happy with him—like, sexually? Because sex, alcoholism, and the occasional car ride home were pretty much the only things he was bringing to the table. If Sand left…Ray shuttered to even think about it. Sand was the one bright spot in his life right now; he couldn’t lose him. It would kill him. So, the next time Sand found his way into Ray’s bedroom, Ray was determined to prove his worth.

They crashed through the door kissing wildly, a trail of discarded clothes in their wake, and as soon as they reached the bed, Ray pushed Sand down onto the mattress. Hard.

Sand sat, bouncing with the impact, and laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” Ray lied. “I just want to take care of you.”

And then he dropped to his knees.

It occurred to him belatedly that he had never given a blow job quite like this before. Usually he was horizontal on a bed with a comfortable mattress beneath his knees, but now, staring up at Sand, who was staring down at him, he felt small. He swallowed hard.

“By all means,” Sand said, spreading his legs wide. "Go right ahead."

Ray let out the breath he had been holding and then reached for Sand’s belt. Sand lifted his hips to allow Ray to remove his pants, but otherwise, he didn’t offer to help. Instead, he watched Ray work with the fascination of a predator hunting prey. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe Ray was actually doing this. Until he took Sand into his mouth.

Sand moaned at the first brush of Ray’s tongue against him, but he didn’t lose himself to the pleasure the way Ray always did. Whenever Sand sucked him off, Ray’s eyes would roll back in his head, he would collapse down onto the sheets, and he would, well, just lay there. Exactly like Cheum had accused him of. But Sand didn’t do that. Instead, he watched Ray with an intensity that made his whole body feel like it had been set on fire. Ray reveled in the warmth. In the attention. He always did.

He swallowed Sand down as deep as he could, allowing himself to gag a bit because the one time he’d done that by accident, Sand had come almost immediately. Sand was on to him this time, though. His eyes darkened at the sound, but then he reached out, tangled his fingers gently in Ray’s hair, and began moving his head slower. Ray found that he liked being told what to do.

He worked up a rhythm, sucking Sand exactly how he was instructed—slow and messy, using his hand to stroke what he couldn’t comfortably fit in his mouth—and the whole time he watched Sand from beneath his eyelashes, hoping that he looked the spitting image of the selfless partner he was trying to be. But the unnerving thing was that Sand was watching him right back. And he looked hungry.

It was a look Ray usually only saw when Sand was inside of him and it broke his resolve. It made him want. He pulled off of Sand’s dick with an audible pop, pushed him down on the bed, and then crawled on top of him, kissing him deeply as if that might help expel some of the tension building inside of him. Sand kissed him back, but despite the fact that he was the one who had just gotten his dick sucked—quite well, Ray might add—he wasn’t yet as far gone as Ray was. He was still in control. He began stripping Ray of his clothes as Ray stripped Sand of his and soon, they were both naked, pressed skin against skin.

Sand reached for Ray’s lube—they had done this enough times now for him to know where it was kept—but before he could uncap it, Ray plucked the bottle from his hand.

“I told you already,” he said, pushing Sand back against the mattress and pinning his wrists to the bed. “Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

To his surprise, Sand actually stayed where he put him. His cheeks were flushed at the novelty of being told what to do and it made Ray preen. Maybe he was actually doing this right. Once satisfied that he had no plans to move, Ray slicked up his own fingers with lube and reached around to open himself up. Sand’s fists were clenched tight in the sheets as if it pained him not to touch.

“You’re torturing me,” Sand corrected.

Ray shushed him and then kissed his lips and that seemed to calm Sand a bit.

It didn’t take long for Ray to stretch himself open. When Sand did it, he liked to take his time, liked to make Ray squirm, liked to make sure Ray wouldn’t feel even an ounce of pain. But Ray didn’t mind pain. He liked when he could feel it. So he grabbed a condom, rolled it onto Sand’s dick, already wet with saliva and precome, and then straddled him.

“Wait,” Sand said, stopping him. Ray stopped with a pout that Sand sat up and kissed from his lips.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing!” Ray argued, but Sand paid him no mind. Instead, he reached behind Ray and slipped two fingers inside of him. Ray moaned, pressing back against his hand and pushing the fingers further inside.

“What are you doing?” Ray whined. “Do you not trust me?”

“You’re not acting like yourself,” Sand said sheepishly. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“I am too acting like myself!” Ray said, pushing Sand back down onto the mattress a little harder than was strictly necessary.

“That’s the Ray, I know,” Sand said, laughing, but he was looking up at Ray with eyes so fond, Ray wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. So instead of trying to figure it out, he leaned forward and kissed him, reaching down at the same time to push Sand inside of him.

Ray moaned against Sand’s lips as he entered him and then sat back up, forcing him in deeper. And, just like always, Ray was taken aback at just how perfectly they fit together. Ray had had sex with a lot of men—more men, quite frankly, than he probably even remembered—but Sand was the first person who had ever been able to fill him so completely. It was as if their bodies had been made for each other.

Ray closed his eyes and rolled his hips just slightly, getting a feel for Sand inside of him, and he heard Sand’s sharp intake of breath as if the movement had surprised him. He had ridden Sand before, but even then, Sand had been doing most of the work. To be on top of him, in complete control of both of their pleasure…it was intoxicating.

He placed a hand over Sand’s heart to anchor himself and then slowly, he began to ride. He lifted up on his knees and then pushed back down and when he opened his eyes to look at Sand, he was biting his lip so hard he looked liable to draw blood.

“Too slow?” Ray teased, giving another half-hearted roll of his hips.

Sand growled and snapped his hips up, sending a shockwave of electricity through Ray. He shivered at how good it felt and he hated to stop him, but he had to. That’s not the game they were playing tonight. He pulled off of Sand completely.

“I told you,” he said as Sand whined. “I’m taking care of you tonight.”

Sand rolled his eyes. “Then you need to go faster.”

“Fine,” Ray said, once again pinning Sand’s hand back to the mattress next to his head. “But you have to behave.” The look Sand gave him then made it clear that behaving was the last thing on his mind, but when Ray let him go, he dutifully kept his arms pinned. “Good boy.”

He situated Sand at his entrance and then bore down, taking in just the tip at first—a small punishment for Sand’s insolence—before sitting all the way down. Sand moaned, but his gaze never wavered. He stared at Ray the whole time, his eyes dark and hungry. And for his obedience, Ray rewarded him, moving just the way he knew Sand liked: hard and fast with his body on full display.

Sand reached for him again without otherwise moving and this time, Ray let him. He let Sand touch his body, let him scratch gently across his nipples, but when he reached for Ray’s dick, Ray stopped him. Today wasn’t about him. Sand grumbled at the correction, but he knew better than to argue after what it had gotten him last time, so he settled for just laying there with his hands on Ray’s hips, watching.

Ray made sure he was a sight to behold. He rolled his hips sensually, letting his dick bounce up and down with each thrust, and every so often, he would whisper Sand’s name because everytime he did, he could feel Sand’s dick twitch inside of him.

Soon, Sand’s fingernails were digging scars into Ray’s hips and Ray could tell he was getting close. He leaned forward, changing the angle, and kissed Sand on the lips. Sand immediately wrapped his arms around him tight, holding him in place, and kissed him harder. But Ray could tell it wasn’t enough. He could tell that Sand wanted more. And since today was all about pleasing Sand, he was inclined to give him what he wanted.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Ray asked against his lips.

Sand whined. “Yes. Please.”

“How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“Ray,” Sand scolded.

Ray smirked and then paused, making Sand wait for the answer. “Then go ahead.”

Immediately, Sand flipped them and began thrusting into Ray hard. Ray couldn’t help it—he cried out at how good it felt. At how well Sand knew his body. At how well he could walk that line between pleasure and pain.

“Faster,” Ray begged and Sand did as he was commanded. Ray just lay there and took it like the pillow princess that he was, but Sand didn’t seem to mind. He kept fucking him, his mouth latched onto Ray’s neck, and he was panting with exertion, but there was a softness to his touch. Ray could tell that he wasn’t ready for it to end. But when Sand reached for Ray’s dick, Ray stopped him.

“You first,” he said. It was the least he could do. If Sand came first, maybe then his mission wouldn’t be a complete failure. Maybe then he could still hold his head high knowing he had been the cause of his pleasure at least once.

Sand grumbled, displeased with the idea, but he wasn’t the type to play games—in bed or otherwise—so he gave Ray what he wanted. He thrust into him one last time and then came with a grunt. And because Ray was right there on the edge of orgasm himself—too impatient to wait for Sand to recover, too starved to waste the opportunity to come while Sand was still inside of him—he reached between them and began stroking himself. Within seconds, he came as well, his body clenching around Sand’s.

They lay there tangled together, still connected, for several minutes before Sand finally pulled out of him. Once he did, Ray took it upon himself to get up and grab rags to clean them with. Sand seemed surprised by the gesture. He watched Ray all the way to the bathroom. Surely Ray had done this for him before, right? Surely.

He made Sand lay still as he ran the warm rag over his body, cleaning him meticulously. Sand watched him the whole time. Only once Ray had disposed of the rag and crawled back into bed with him, tucking his smaller body beneath Sand’s arm, did he speak.

“What are you pouting about?” Sand teased. “That was some of my best work.”

“I’m not pouting,” Ray argued. After an orgasm that good, pouting would be impossible. But he was a bit dejected. “I just wanted to make you feel as good as you always make me feel.”

Sand laughed, but then broke off when he realized Ray wasn’t joking. “You’re serious? Ray, are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?” Ray asked, legitimately confused.

Sand sighed and propped himself up on his elbow so that he was hovering over Ray. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” he said, pushing Ray playfully. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Ray preened. “Really?”

Sand rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying it again,” he said, plopping back down onto the mattress. “Now, speak. What’s gotten into you?”

Although the truth was embarrassing, it seemed rude to hide it when it was causing Sand to worry. “It was brought to my attention that I might have been a bit selfish in bed.”

“Brought to your attention by who?” Sand snorted. “Your other lovers?”

“By Cheum.”

Sand shook his head, looking on the verge of laughter. “Ray, I like that you’re a spoiled brat in bed.”

Ray blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“We’ve been fucking almost every day for months. Did you really think I wasn’t enjoying it?”

Before Sand, Ray had had a lot of sex he didn’t particularly enjoy just to feel close to someone. He didn’t bother mentioning that to Sand. He found it touching that Sand enjoyed him, spoiled brat and all.

“So I’m not a pillow princess?”

“Oh, you’re a pillow princess, alright,” Sand said. Ray smacked him with a pillow and Sand laughed, emerging from the other side with his hair mussed, his cheeks pink, his eyes shining with mirth. “But you’re my pillow princess,” he added, pulling Ray down into a kiss.

Ray tried to feign anger, but it was impossible while staring at Sand’s megawatt smile. Instead, he broke down in a fit of giggles and collapsed into Sand’s side. Although the evening hadn’t gone quite as planned, he fell asleep that night with that knowledge that he was enough, just as he was, and he felt no shame for it. There were benefits to being royalty, after all.

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There's something about Mac. Like that stupid movie from the '90s, except no one is chasing Mac, no one is lying to him, tricking him, finding him across the country and flying to him with blind hope. Not even Dennis, who isn't quite sure what he'd do if anyone else tried to get with Mac. But it doesn't matter, because no one but Dennis sees what he sees in Mac. There's something about Mac, but only for Dennis.

He remembers when they first met. When he overpaid for the blunt because he brought too much cash and didn't want to deal with the rest in his pocket, back when he was rich, when he didn't have an alimony payment and debt that wasn't his to begin with, a failing bar with his name listed in the paperwork. A failing bar with Mac, but he's off topic, because this is about Mac, and passing blunts around with him under the old football bleachers and talking late in the night about their fathers, inviting Charlie over every once in a while to watch him get high off glue, but Dennis's eyes were always on the pink of Mac's always dry lips.

He'd like to say it was hard to leave Mac for college, but it wasn't. It was a way for him to fulfill his long laid plans, and he had to make peace that he hadn't planned on seeing Mac ever again. But he did see him, because Mac would show up on weekends, crash in his frat room, smoke with the window wide open, chastise Dennis for smoking a cigarrete while he'd be chugging down a blunt. He's never made much sense like that, yet it's endearing. It's always been endearing. And stupid. So fucking stupid. College was the first time Mac watching Dennis fuck a chick, the only time he's gotten to see it in real life, but Dennis later found ways to conspicously watch Mac jerk off again at the same time he told him it's only what bros do.

There was one time they made out. New Year's Eve, both crossfaded, it just happened, and Dennis slipped out that he wishes they could always do this, and Mac looked at him dumbly and said nothing. Mac threw up the next morning, but Dennis never did. He invited Mac to watch him fuck three weekends after that.

There was no reason they needed to move in together except for haunting teenage dreams and before Dennis knew it Mac was cursing and saying he wouldn't be able to co-sign the lease because his credit score is fucked. Dennis's wasn't great, but it was better. Dennis made Mac sign a shitty handwritten contract that stated he would pay half the rent despite not being on the lease, and Mac signed it after some argument, but then Dennis never held him to it. He figured Mac made up for it in other ways, like sometimes making them burnt eggs for breakfast or restocking their beer supply or putting a blanket over Dennis when he passes out during movie night. It's something, at the very least.

And he never would have expected Mac to become gay, never would have expected him to admit it, but something shifted in him once Mac did. It was nothing, but it was the biggest experience of his life, and it wasn't even his expierence. There was just something about Mac. Something about their future. Something about a declaration of love and joy and fucking men instead of woman, which Mac quickly became no stranger too.

Leaving him for North Dakato was easy, until it wasn't. He soon realized that it wasn't college and Mac wasn't going to randomly show up every once in a while. It was real, adult, fatherly life. It was absolute hell. It was life about Mac without Mac.

He knows it hasn't been the same since. His abandonment left a permanent scar. Mac hasn't looked at him the same way since and the closest they got was during lockdown, was while royally fucking up the presidential election, but Dennis was oddly happy. He was singing with his best friend while they both had glimmers in their eye, and he never minded when Mac would steer their lyrics towards gay sex and Dennis would have to reel him back to more flowery things. It was all Mac's idea, everything they did during quarantine, but Dennis followed. He followed happily.

When he got Covid, he had fever dreams of Mac and the castle. Dreams he hasn't wanted to revisit since for good reason, dreams he hopes he forgets one day, if only so the unfettering ache in his chest will leave.

But there's always something about Mac. There's always something about Mac and their future. Dennis just isn't sure what.

#awesomepie3221 #two things: this is the first thing ive managed to kinda write in months so im very rusty #and i didnt reread this. i just wrote it in like 30 mins. it may be garbage idk #ap's fics #macdennis #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #mac mcdonald #dennis reynolds #it just took me 10 seconds to remember mac's last name. it is bed time