#the gay longing is strong today boys

[becauseplot]

lying face down 0(-( i need to write about the gay cubes

[lycanlure]

Factory Reset

Winter (dom) x Male Reader (sub)

Synopsis : reader here is a gay dude turned straight by dommy bestfriend Minjeong in a drinking session, as she reveals some intimate confessions to you, how reader's body makes her act weird and stuff. How she feels so horny when she sees you using crop-tops and short shorts.

You were always this feminine, and always been exposed to feminine things like, making your hair longer, manicuring, dolls, playing house, and make up and other stuff that makes girls, girls. And you've always been friends with girls, especially your introverted childhood best friend Minjeong.Your Mother typically influenced you but Minjeong technically molded you with the very image you desired.

What's fascinating is that, though Minjeong was surrounded by boys most of her childhood she still held a very strong feminine aura around her. That made you adore her more, platonically.

But for Minjeong, it's different...

She always saw you as more than a friend... She liked you, even though you were different, well... More like, love you. Romantically, and now she might as well confess to you. But that doesn't end there, she has been planning to get you drunk as fuck, and then confess... But why make you drunk first? Her motives are far insidious and disgusting. She had always dreamed of stripping you off of your clothes, revealing your pale and soft skin for her to devour. This started ever since both of you stepped foot in puberty, whilst she helped you be the person you are today. She dreamed of a body that encapsulated her dream lover.

The day that Minjeong will finally confess to you and make you hers has come.

Y/N's POV

"Gosh, is my blush alright?" I sighed as my blush was a bit too light. I turned my attention to Minjeong, who is also prepping herself for today's pictorial. Well it is my birthday and it's gonna be lit! "Hey, is my blush alright?" I asked Minjeong, "Yeah, it's a bit too pale, let me fix it." She answered quickly. As she approached me, her touch was delicate. 'This feeling is a bit weird, sure. This is normal between but her touch for the past few weeks has been a bit too touchy. Like intimate touchy, maybe she's just being caring. Thats all',I thought to myself.

Finally at campus grounds, there was a day long event happening. We tried staying but we got bored. "Ugh, this so fucking boring..." I groaned as I checked through my phone, I could see Minjeong glancing at me by my side. As she was about to speak I cut her off, "Lets go some- oh wait what was that Minjeongie?" I quickly realized she was trying to tell me something. "As I was saying, lets go back to my dorm" She smiled as she checked her phone for the time she quickly added, "Lets go have a drink" she smiles. I thought it was a good idea, but oh boy... This feels like trouble, so I brushed it off. As we bought some booze, and fled to her dorm. I was met with a very strawberry-like scent that enveloped my nose, hugging them softly. I sat at one of her beanie bags and slouched relaxedly. "So, why did you think about getting booze? Trying something new?" You smirked at her, "Um... Y-Yeah and I wanted to tell you something" she responded her head down, mostly being shy. "Ohh~" I sang as she preped our booze. We took sip after sip after sip, I got tipsy but Minjeong? Damn she's tough. "W-Woah, you're not even tipsy yettt~" I groaned as my tipsy-ass getting beaten by someone who just had her first drink ever.

Winter POV

'This is my chance! O-Ok I'm gonna go for it!' I thought to myself, seeing

Y/N so tipsy and weak. I have to seize the opportunity, "So Y/N... I actually like you, like a lot..." I told Y/N as he was fixing his crop-top. "And... Please, can we at least try?" I quickly added. "W-Woah... I've never thought of you actually like me and, I don't know..." He grabbed the hem of his collar. And looked at me, "You know that I'm gay ri-" I cut him off, as I kissed his lips. Pressing them hard, his expression shocked.

As he tried pushing me away, I grabbed both of his hands. Pinning him to the ground, "M-Minjeong, s-stop!" He shouted, as I attacked his lips again. His legs were squirming, also trying to push me away. I stopped kissing him, seeing him so flustered and out of breath only made me eager to make him mine. "Minjeong, w-what has gotten into you?!" Y/N exclaimed, as I ripped his crop-top revealing his lushes pink small nipples.

He tried covering them but I grabbed his hands and pinned them down. Licking his hardened nipples, made him moan. "Nngghh... M-Minjeo- s-stop..." His moans were music to my ears. As it only turned me on, I removed one we of my hands in his hand. I pulled down his short-shorts, revealing a very pink strawberry colored tip.

That was hardened, the size though was no joke... It was the perfect size for me, about 6 inches in length and 2 inches in width. He tried covering them with his unpinned hands but his strength was no match from mine. Focusing back on his nipples again made him shiver, that was enough for him to not resist me anymore. "S-Slow down, Minjeong... Please" his breathing is shaky, I grabbed his waist.

Removing my hands from pinning his other hand, I licked them. They're so tasty... Salty, sweet and so perky. I bit one of them, I heard a hiss from him. That quickly turned me on. His hardened cock still exposed, so I slowly kissed my way down. Kissing his nipples, down to his chest, and then his stomach, down to his waist and then his hardened cock.

"O-Oh, f-fuck... Minjeong, slow do-" As I put my mouth down on his cock, it was so hard yet the texture was soft. It tasted salty, yet it left an addictive taste. When I continued to taste him, his moans were starting to get louder.

Authors POV

"M-Minjeongiee~, g-guh... Hah" His voice clearly in ecstasy, he held Minjeongs head to keep on attacking his member. Minjeong feasted on him, as the flavor of him only made Minjeong more and more addicted to him. "Ahh, C-Cummi- M-Minjeong! p-please s-stop!" Without warning Minjeong fastened her pace, making him reach his orgasm. His orgasm made him shake compulsively, as Minjeong's tongue swirled around him. Hr continued to orgasm, Minjeong drank everything. She stood up, removing her lower garments. Revealing a dripping entrance... She proceeded to grab you by the hair, moving it up and down. Giving you the taste of a woman that longed for you, for so many years. "Y-Y/N t-this feels so g-good" Her voice shaken, the fact that your face is being use for her pleasure. Your voice is dampened by her entrance, juices that leaked out from her you desperately choke on, you however tried to get a hold of her, trying to push her away. But her resilience and determination alone, made your defenses weak. As her climax was near, she pushed you deeper into her, making you savour everything that leaked out from her. She exploded, squirts of her juice came flying through your throat and nose, making you gag. Of course you can't drink it all, some you spat out and most of it you drank.

Her leg shaken, as her hand dropped your hair. Your weakened state left you open for her next assault, "M-Minjeong..." You heave your breath, "S-Sorry... Y/N its ju-" Winter got caught off as Y/N's hand was on her hands... Winter was shocked how the one that she just assaulted held her hand so softly... "I-Its alright, you're drunk ri-" Y/N's lips were yet attacked again. Winter sensing Y/N is enjoying this, she left no time for him to finish his sentences. "Y-Yeah..." As her hand floated on his crotch again, she moved her hand hastily. Catching Y/N off guard, she inivetibly harden the kiss. Making Y/N weak again, she then moved herself. Aligning her entrance down to her sexually confused friend. "I'll make you mine..." Winter sounded desperate, "G-Go ahead" Y/N's voice shaky and high...

As Winter lowered herself, pleasure struck the two. Stunning them for a second, they both look at each other. Winter looked like she had just hit the jackpot, Y/N looking more like a renewed person. Both of them had different thoughts yet both shared the same goal right now, to feel each other's love. As Winter ravaged Y/N's cock, Y/N felt Winters tightness embracing him. His perfectly shaped cock drove inside Winter, making them both moan. Winter hugged Y/N, as Y/N did the same. Both felt tremendous pleasure, Winter pushed Y/N down. "I'm going to ride you and turn you into my bitch" Winter said coldly, as Y/N just smiled and kisses her hands. "Sure, make me your bitch" Both smiled as they shared a kiss with each other... Winter now riding Y/N, this sensation made Winter more and more addicted to this kind of act. Y/N moaning like a bitch in heat, Winter fasten her pace as both are nearing... "Fuck... Feels... So... Amazing" Winter moving up and down vigorously as Y/N lay down. Drooling as his limit has already reached. Both of them are in a euphoric state, Winter and Y/N jolted as both came to their climax. Winter collapsed in Y/N's soft and pale chest, Y/N cathing and hugging Winter in the process, "W-Wow... I never thought I could do it with a woman..." Y/N gasping for air, "M-Me too, I thought I can never do this with you..." Winter having the same state with Y/N. Both looked at each other for one-last time, "I love you" both kissed and embraced each other. As the sun rises, both felt something new inside of them.

Y/N thinking he'd be this person to have a man loving him, instead the woman that was with him throughout his journey, was the only person that truly wanted and understood him, loved him more than anyone.

While Winter thought the love of her life will be taken away by some random person yet Winter took his heart...

Many Years had passed and both had children, 3 in fact. Both of them are still surprised to this day that both of them are able to be together, forever.

The End

[bucks-babe]

How Can I Forget You?

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Pairing: Bucky x reader x Steve, Stucky x reader, Stucky

Summary: I literally don’t know how to summarize this. 40’s Bucky and Steve go to war, then you know what happens to them, Ladybird is left in the 40’s. Steve and Bucky are in the future. Will they get their Ladybird back?

Warnings: Angst (a lot of it), fluff, poly relationship, pre serum Steve, 40’s Bucky and Steve, 21st century!Bucky and Steve, some gay sex because it was getting too sad (anal fingering, anal, grinding naked), Peggy was never with Steve, implied suicide by alcohol, death of the reader in the 40’s, pet names (darling, ladybird, dumpling), crying, Jewish!Bucky, nostalgia, time jumps, happy ending because who do you think I am, I am not paying for anyone's therapy just so you know

Word Count: 3.2k

A/N: There is no mention of the reader's body type nor race. Part of this fic does take place in the 40's, but I wanted to have a blank reader so that readers from any race can imagine themselves as Ladybird. There is no mention of period related homophobia because this shit was already too damn sad. If I missed any warnings, please let me know becuase I know that this fic is angsty and I want to make sure that everyone knows what they are getting into. Thanks to @buckys-wintersoldier for sacrificing her mental health for this fic 🤘

“Stevie, have I ever told you how pretty your eyes are?” Steve blushes and hides his face in Bucky’s chest, breathing in his woodsy scent. “Don’t hide from me, punk, can’t see those pretty eyes anymore.” Running his fingers through Steve’s soft hair and trailing his hand down to the back of the smaller man’s neck, he gently brings his head back up, appreciating the soft, pink glow on his lover’s cheeks.

“Buck,” Steve trails off, not able to form a complete sentence when Bucky is looking at him like this - like he is gorgeous and not scrawny or undesirable. He doesn’t fight when Bucky brings their lips together, moaning at the taste of Bucky’s last cigarette. His eyes flutter as they pull away, both of their pupils blown, lips swollen and cheeks red. “You know, smoking is bad for you.”

Bucky grabs Steve and lays down on the couch, Steve resting between his legs. “I’m going to live until I’m 100, Stevie, smoking or not. You, my dear, are the one we need to worry about.”

“Like hell, you’re going to live that long with those habits. I’m healthy, it’s the doctors that keep telling me I’m not fit to join the army.” Bucky sighs. No matter how much he tries to stop Steve from enlisting, it never works. Not even their Ladybird can convince him.

“Stevie, please. I don’t want to hear anymore talk about this. Not today.” It’s their Ladybird that speaks, voice thick with emotion, yet stern. Neither of her boys would disobey her. She sets the tray with their sandwiches down and quickly leaves the room, palms frantically trying to smooth her dress down, pressing wrinkles that don’t exist.

Today was the day that Bucky had to leave. He didn’t enlist, not when his Ladybird wanted him at home, safe with her and Steve. She was terrified that he wouldn’t come home, leaving her and Steve behind.

But Steve was more stubborn than his man, not accepting staying at home when the men of his country are risking their lives. He needed to protect his country. “Stay here, dumpling.” Leaving a kiss on his forehead, Bucky follows Ladybird into the kitchen.

Two strong arms wrap around her waist and the tears she was desperate to hold in, cascade down her cheeks, ruining the makeup she spent so much time on. She was trying to be strong for him, support him before sending him off, but it was too much. Knowing that he could be killed at any moment, and these could be her final memories of him, was too overwhelming.

“I know, Ladybird, I know. I promise you that I’ll come home, okay? I can’t leave my best girl and guy alone.” She turns in his arms and his calloused palms rest on her cheeks, thumbs wiping away the stream of mascara running down her face.

“Steve, he, he can’t enlist, Buck. He just can’t. How am I supposed to stay here knowing that the loves of my life are out there, getting shot at, bombs going off, huh?” Steve sneaks in, snaking his arms around her waist.

“For you, Ladybird, I won’t. I’ll wait here with you, send Bucky letters, keep you safe, okay?” She knew it was a lie; Steve could never lie, but she chose to believe him in that moment. Maybe for her own sanity, or maybe just to savor the last moments she would ever get to spend with her men.

She was Bucky off, waving to him when he boarded the train, but when Steve left the house for errands she knew where he was going - she never saw him again, but she knew it was for his love for her and Bucky. She didn’t blame him.

***

When Steve woke up from the ice, the first thing he did was see if his Ladybird was still alive. From the moment he got the serum, he regretted lying to her. He knew when he looked in her eyes, she knew what he was going to do; she accepted his choice. It was who he was and she wouldn’t dream of him being anything else.

He cried that night, when Fury gave him the documents he so graciously printed from Google. Ladybird died only a few years after he went on ice. She never moved on. They said it was a broken heart, but the 40’s would never report a woman drinking herself to death, wallowing in the sorrow of lost love.

It was his fault. Maybe she could have healed from the loss of Bucky if he was there. It would never take away the pain, but she would have one of them, but he left her behind. He would visit her grave daily; her body six feet below him, wearing the dog tags of her lovers.

The pain was eased when he found Bucky. They had each other. Even when he couldn’t remember much, Bucky remembered his Ladybird. Steve wishes he could forget the day he had to tell the man he loved that their girl was dead.

“I still want to be with you, Steve.” It took a while before Bucky was stable enough to choose to love again, but it was never a hard decision. The love for Steve too much to ignore.

Their first time was much different from the 40’s. They both changed so much - Steve more so than Bucky. They couldn’t get each other naked fast enough, kisses and loving touches scattered throughout.

Bucky didn’t feel embarrassed by his arm, not when Steve’s eyes were filled with so much love and lust. Bucky had to look away, his eyes landing on his boyfriend’s cock. “Oh my god, Steve!” He didn’t mean to gawk but he couldn’t help it. Steve went from slightly below average to very much above it. Long and thick, veins pulsing through his cock, supplying enough blood to keep his large erection up.

“What? Oh.” Steve’s signature blush crept up his cheeks just like it used to. Even though his body changed so dramatically, he was still the same boy from Brooklyn Bucky fell in love with. “You’re bigger too, Buck.” Steve shied away from Bucky’s gaze, worried about how Bucky’s cock was going to fit inside of him.

“It hasn’t changed that much, dumpling.” It was almost true. Bucky was always above average - maybe seven inches. He was always thick, but now? His cock looked like it doubled in thickness, and around an inch added to his length.

“Yeah, right.” Bucky beamed at Steve as he became more comfortable under Bucky’s gaze.

“Well, how about we compare sizes then?” They both groan at the first contact in years, dicks pressed against each other. “Won’t you look at that, you’re bigger than me, dumpling.” Steve’s face scrunched in confusion, trying to focus through the haze of pleasure. There was no way that he was bigger than Bucky.

Nonetheless, Steve looks down, almost cumming at the sight of his lover’s cock leaking onto his. His eyes widened; he was bigger than Bucky. It was only by an inch, even with the serum thickening his cock, Bucky was still much thicker. “Good boy, see how pretty your cock is? Fuck, missed you so much.”

Bucky groans in between words as he grinds against Steve, cock pushed harder against his. Steve’s hands find the sides of Bucky’s face, pulling him down in a heated kiss while ropes of his cum shoot out onto both of their stomachs and chests. Bucky follows right after, not able to handle the pleasure the simple grind of their hips brings him as they both share their first orgasm since the 40’s.

He collapses on Steve’s chest while they both catch their breath. “Darling, I need your cock in me. Need to feel how you stretch me out.” Bucky’s cock instantly hardens.

“Fuck, dumpling, we don’t have lube.” Even in his lust filled state, Bucky knows that going any further would hurt.

“Don’t need it. Look at all our cum.” Bucky looks down and whimpers. The serum really did a number on them. His first orgasm in 80 years was a lot. The mixture of their cum was dripping down Steve’s sides and leaking down Bucky’s chest. He quickly dips down to get a mouthful of their cum, moaning as he shares it with Steve. “You taste just as good as I remember, Buck.”

Bucky scoops a generous amount onto two of his fingers while Steve eagerly spreads his legs, presenting his tight hole to his partner. At this moment, it’s just the two of them. The pain of their Ladybird is gone, if only momentarily.

The moan that leaves Steve’s lips as Bucky’s first finger breeches his hole is almost enough to have him cumming untouched. He doesn’t know how long he stretches Steve out for, but it was enough time to have Steve cumming on his chest again, giving Bucky more lube to use.

“Ready, dumpling? Ready for your sergeant’s cock?” Steve only moans, frantically nodding his head. No one would have thought that the tough captain was so submissive in bed. Bucky strokes his cock with Steve’s spend a few times before lining up with his stretched out hole.

He meets little resistance as his tip slips in. “Fuck, Steve. Think you’re even fucking tighter.” He has to close his eyes, balls pulsing and pulling up already. Steve’s tight ass ready to suck all of his cum out.

“Uh, uh, just bigger. So much bigger.” Steve’s mind was empty, only wanting his ass full. He cries when Bucky hikes his legs up, wanting to be as close as possible. “Wait, please.” Bucky immediately eases his cock out, knowing that he’s a lot bigger to take now. After a few minutes, Steve’s breath evens out and his eyes lock with Bucky’s, nodding at his lover.

As gently as he can, Bucky slides back inside his ass, slowly feeding Steve inch after inch. “How full are you, Stevie?” It wasn’t smug; Bucky needed to know that Steve was okay. Leaning down, Bucky presses his forehead against Steve’s, staring into his eyes. Tears fall from both of their eyes, connected so intimately again.

“So full, Buck.” He leans up to capture Bucky’s lips in a kiss, neither able to think straight, let alone kiss properly.

“I love you so fucking much, dumpling.” Steve cries out, hips jerking in an attempt to take more of his sergeant’s dick. As Bucky’s hips rest against Steve’s center, they both cum, chanting each other’s name like a mantra, whispers of their love passed back and forth. Neither of them can stop, trying to make up for all the years spent apart. All the years each spent mourning the loss of the other.

By the end of the night, they’re both spent. Cuddled in each other’s arms, Bucky is the first to break the silence. “Is it just me, or does this almost feel wrong without Ladybird?”

“It does, but she wouldn’t want us to stop loving each other.” Bucky doesn’t respond, caught up in his own mind. The pain from losing their Ladybird would never go away and they both knew that.

***

“Dumpling, you should stay there.” It’s said so quietly that if Steve wasn’t a super soldier he wouldn’t have heard him.

“Excuse me?” Steve pulls away, quickly sitting up in the bed.

“You should stay with her. You deserve it - she deserves it.” Bucky hangs his head, not able to look Steve in the eyes.

“And you don’t?”

“No. After all I’ve done, I’d only taint her. She doesn’t deserve that.” It was a decision that Bucky thought long and hard about.

“You think she would believe that? That I would? I just lost you, Buck and you’re asking me to do it again.” Steve stands and paces around the room, not able to comprehend what his boyfriend was saying.

“Think about it, Stevie. At least she would have one of us. You know what happened when she found out we both were ‘dead.’”

“Drop it, okay?” And Bucky did, but he planted the seed inside Steve’s mind.

***

“I’ll never stop loving you, Darling.” Bucky nodded, failing to hold in his tears, knowing that this was the last time he was going to see his best guy.

“Take care of her for me, yeah?”

“You know I will.” He grabs Bucky’s face, sharing their last kiss, tears mixing together. “And don’t do anything stupid until I get back.” His voice cracks, saying his final goodbye.

Bucky swallows hard. “How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” He caresses Steve’s cheek once more and pats it, letting his hand fall down. They look at each other in silence, burning this memory into their brains.

He can’t bear to look at Bucky when he gets on the pad.

***

Steve’s throat is tight as he looks at his old brownstone. His Ladybird is right behind the door, having no idea who is outside. He picks up the spare key - exactly where it always was.

He has to close his eyes, taking in the familiar scent of the home he shared with his two loves. Stepping over the threshold, he sees her and his breath gets caught in his throat. “Ladybird?” He doesn’t even recognize his own voice, so unsure and in disbelief of what he was seeing.

Her head whips around; the dish she was washing shatters as it hits the ground. “Stevie?” His feet are glued to the ground, back hitting the closed door as he tries not to fall to his knees. “Is it really you?” Unlike him, Ladybird sprints to him, her dress fluttering at the speed she moves, the dog tags of her lovers jiggle with every step.

She almost tackles him to the ground, arms intertwined around his neck, legs clutching his waist. He catches her easily, his own arms squeezing her to his chest. Both of their sobs mix together as Steve drops down on the couch, legs no longer able to hold him up. “I thought you were dead. They send soldiers here and everything.” Steve couldn’t form an explanation, too caught up in her entire being.

He can only pull her into a kiss. It was messy, full of tears and snot, but neither of them cared. She didn’t know how long he waited for this moment. They held each other for hours, crying and kissing. Eventually, she fell asleep in his arms.

Steve didn’t have it in him to put her down as he went around the house. Everything was just as he remembered. The kitchen table, engraved with all their initials, still had three chairs around it, each one in different states of ruin - Bucky always flopped in his chair leaving the legs wobbly. Steve’s favorite mug sat on the lowest shelf, right where pre-serum Steve could reach, even though Bucky loved to put it up higher so that Steve had to ask for his help.

The living room still held the old rickie bookshelf that Ladybird insisted that she could put together by herself, no matter how many times her men offered help. Upon it was Bucky’s first edition copy of The Hobbit. He and Ladybird would always make fun of him for how much time, money, and effort he spent just to get that book - Steve placed it in a box along with the recipes from Mrs. Barnes.

The bedroom made his breath hitch, his arms instinctively holding Ladybird closer. His favorite chair, ripped in multiple spots, sat in the corner of the room, right by the window. Right next to it was his stand where his old sketchbook sat untouched - he put that in the box too. Bucky’s side of the closet hung his clothes, neatly arranged in order of his favorites, while Steve’s clothes lay on the ground in a pile, always too lazy to fold them.

The top left dresser draw held the photo album Ladybird made them for Christmas/Hanukkah - that went in the box. Ladybird’s jewelry box had a necklace with the Star of David that she saved for to get Bucky on his birthday. Bucky gave it back to her before he left for safekeeping - in the box it went. On top of the dresser were all the letters she sent to Bucky and Steve, along with the letters they sent her. The army gave them back to her with their dog tags - Steve made sure to not damage them as they were placed in the box.

***

The team shared gasps and whispers between themselves as Steve reappeared with a woman in one arm and a small box in the other. He whispers something in her ear before pointing in the distance.

A gorgeous smile graces her lips as her eyes meet Steve’s target. She doesn’t hesitate to sprint across the grass, bare feet and ignoring all of the Avengers. Bucky doesn’t hear the beat of her steps, overwhelmed at the loss of both of his partners.

He doesn’t know what hit him as he falls to the ground. Kisses are placed all over his face. For a second, he thinks that he’s dreaming because he would know her smell anywhere, the feeling of her lips ingrained in his mind. But even in his dreams, he couldn’t hear her voice, always muffled and distant, but it was clear as day as he lay on the soft ground.

“Bucky!” He has to grab her face to stop her assault, pulling her back far enough to confirm that it was real, that his Ladybird was in his arms.

“Bird? Oh my god.” He pulls her back down, showering her with affection, practically rolling them around in the grass, not caring about the audience that slowly surrounded them. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Her tears come back once again. His hair was longer, worry lines sprinkled around his face, cool metal pressed against her right cheek, his right hand more callused than before. Steve told her a bit about what happened, about how Bucky lost his arm, how insecure he felt because of it.

Without pause, she tilts her head, soft lips placed delicately on his metal palm. “You’re as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Stuck in their own little bubble, they don’t notice Steve laying beside them until his arms wrap around them both.

With one look he gets the rest of the Avengers to leave them in peace. Unlike his past self, Steve could lie when he needed to. He knew that Bucky wouldn’t have let him go to return the stones if he knew Steve wasn’t going to stay. Laying a kiss to Bucky’s forehead, Steve takes in the sight before him, all of them together at last.

“Bucky, you were right. I did take all the stupid with me.” Bucky’s tear streaked face looks over at his partner.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, dumpling.” For the first time since before the war, all three of them felt at peace, finally in each other’s arms again. It may have taken 80 some years, but none of them would change a thing if there was even the smallest chance that they wouldn’t end up together.

[kings-highway]

I don't tend to talk a lot about my sexuality headcanons because I like to adjust things as I need for each story, but in honour of the end of pride month and the fact that I put off doing this for 30 full June days, I do want to talk about some of my favourite lgbt related headcanons for my HQ boys. A lot of these are "real" headcanons of mine (as in, stuff I actually write as a part of their character rather than just theoretically interesting asides) so you might recognize these if you've read my work!

This isn't going to be every character, just ones I have strong or specific takes on.

Starting off strong, I love Daichi being a completely unlabeled king. To decide on a label requires .05% introspection and by god he is not going to do that. I think his perspective on it is very "only what's in front of me matters" so when he feels attraction to a man for the first time he doesnt think this means he's attracted to ALL men, just this one. And in reverse, although he feels attraction to women, he doesn't think at any point his current attraction to women will stop him from falling in love with any non-women, so it never occurs to him that his feelings of attraction could even point to any one label because literally what does today have to do with tomorrow? He's just here. Asahi tries to suggest pansexual as a label when he tries to explain how he's simply open to whatever his heart wants and he gets mad because "i said ANY person not ALL people" and Asahi's like WHAT does that MEAN. All that being said, I think Daichi never considers himself queer/lgbt. Dude could be in a committed monogamous relationship with another man for ten years and when Suga suggests they go to a pride festival he's like "???for what???" All in all I think he's allergic to labels on his sexuality.

Related note, Asahi being asexual. I don't think Asahi is sex-repulsed at all, and later in life I think he definitely would enjoy being sexually active with a partner, but definitely when it comes to self identification, he simply does not feel attraction towards any gender. I also think he doesn't really crave physical intimacy even non-sexually, and he'd much rather talk through his feelings with someone rather than have them hug him to try and comfort him, so he really struggles to understand the kissing-sex thing even just from a theoretical pov. (Like why would you pick that over like a nice long heart-to-heart???) However I think this has to be coupled with like a panromantic attraction to all genders which makes him have a really hard time identifying what he actually wants and what will make him happy because there's a very uniform experience across people, which for someone so anxious already doesnt help him identify his own feelings at all. He probably very much struggles to relate to his classmates as they get excited for dating because even though he likes the idea of dating everyone always talks about dating as kissing and physical intimacy (because they're all like 17) and Asahi's like "sure, sure, sure, yeah, totally sure yeah" while just being fully checked out of the conversation

Ushijima! I fully believe that Ushijima is 100% gay, with no flexibility, but I also think he most identifies his own feelings via the negative, so he knows he doesn't experience sexual attraction towards women and mostly identifies via that, rather than acknowledging that he does feel attraction to men. I really like him answering questions this way, where if someone is asking about girls/his love life, he often replies with "I don't feel inclined towards women," or "I have no interest in finding a girlfriend/wife" which is, in his mind, the most true statement in regards to his sexuality. He almost NEVER out loud says anything about liking men or feeling attracted to men even though his crush/dating history is exclusively male. However, on the few occasions someone does directly ask him something like "so you're gay?" he will absolutely say yes. Like he is aware of what his feelings classify him as he just doesn't leap to those descriptors himself. I think part of the reason for this is that he's not really attracted to femininity in general, and he knows that femininity is not exclusive to women and that some men are not his type, so there's a part of his brain that thinks saying something like "I'm attracted to men" indicates ALL men (its that black and white autism brain clicking into gear) and that's simply not true, but saying he's not interested in women IS true in black and white autism land.

I don't have a fully formed thought on this one, but Tendou's gender is probably a little broken, right? I actually do think he still identifies as male, but I think if he had been born afab, he'd have been perfectly comfortable being a woman and identified as such. So maybe he's lightly agender but socially comfortable with being a man so he doesn't really bother with it. I do however think he doesn't "get" the whole gender thing. He probably thinks he's enlightened or something because he's so above being bothered by it all and he simply doesn't realize that's because he's agender and everyone else actually does feel a real connection to their gender they're not just making it up. This whole headcanon is mostly in service of that fact that I think Tendou with his sort of conventionally unattractive features would absolutely rock gender non-conforming fashion. Like put him in a long skirt and combat boots please. I don't think he has an ounce of femininity in him but there's something about the spiky red hair and monster gaze that goes so well with like... Female-tilted alt fashion. And I think he would dig that. And then get mad when people point out he's wearing women's clothes because "ugh literally why does anyone care about gender you're all so weird." (Proceeds to do zero self reflection). He just does what he wants.

This isn't a real headcanon of mine but I heavily support a FtM trans Kenma based solely on his calico cat mascot. He's based on a calico, guys, its right there!

Aromantic Kuroo. (+QPR KuroKen) I don't use this as much as I could, because it's a lot of emotional character work that I dont often want to bother with in unrelated stories, but AroAce Kuroo has become so near and dear to my heart. He wants so badly to spend his whole life monogamous with Kenma but every time he thinks about starting a romantic relationship with him he feels sick because he doesn't actually want to share space and kiss and have to sleep in the same bed all the time. I think it's sex-positive asexual but borderline romance-repulsed aromantic. He just wants to live his life, and he does see Kenma as his highest priority and life partner in the most true sense of the word "partner". He still gets unreasonably jealous if Kenma has any other love interests but thats because allonormativity threatens to take away his soulmate every day. I don't use this headcanon very often, but more and more I do think it fits his character. A really solitary, independent and self possessed person who simply cannot comprehend why anyone needs a lover to feel fulfilled. Kenma meanwhile absolutely would love a life partner that does not require him to leave the house for dates or do any kind of performative relationship shit. His twitch stream being like "oh my god kodzuken are you dating anyone???" And Kenma just replying with "not legally" is actually really fucking good.

Okay so I only did 5 characters but im lazy and dont wanna keep writing so imma click post now k thx bai

[ptej1980]

Oh no…Nic

In the last 24 hours she has lost 15000 followers and it is steadily declining. Whether it was because people did not agree with her position on the advocacy for Transgender community or it was her attendance with JD at the BAFTAs nominees party, her popularity is waning.

I get it, I thought for a minute there to unfollow. Taking her gay bestie to a red carpet, instead of celebrating her nomination for BM and the carriage scene the focus was fully on the boy.

The main reason is because it does go against everything she has said in all of her speeches about being a strong and successful woman. It is reducing her and her achievements.

It comes back to the why? We know she is not dating JD, in fact the whole thing is just cringy. The funniest things that came out today was his stylist bio “ stylist for the Queers, weirds and beards”, and the pic of JD kissing Hannah.

The stylist said he was a last minute attendee. Which makes sense because those shoes. OMG!!So why walk the red carpet, why not just go alone? I know people say we just have sour grapes because no Luke, but at least he had a connection to the night, with Bridgerton being nominated it made sense. Maybe he could not attend, maybe he did not want to. But Nics decision last night did feel a little bit in your face. Even if that was not her intention.

She has not posted any pics except 1 of her and Siobhan. And she probably won’t post any. She is chronically online so I am sure she had seen and read some things already. Even though I was initially 🤢 I hope she is ok because there is a lot of hate floating around out there at the moment.

Whether she wants to continue playing out the whole cringe PR nightmare with her Gay bestie or not, the sooner it is over the better for her career in the long run.

No matter how long this takes to play out, I will be forever on this ship. There has to be a reason. I think the backlash from last night might have been a gut punch. But….who knows. All I can say at least life as a Lukola is never boring.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: Proving you can fight - Michael Crowe v Devin (thundersarena.com)

Once in a while, a match will come along that turns your perception of gay wrestling on its head.  Up is down, strong is weak, jobber bait can even be an alpha hunk.  Today's wrestling moment is simply about proving yourself and being all you can be.  

Michael Crowe v Devin (thundersarena.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

We begin with classic wrestling trash talk.  Devin enters spouting about how he wants to hurt everyone.  Veins bulging from his arms, he casually lays it out there that no wrestler, no man out there can stop him.  

Devin is ready to devour all the pretty boys out there.  

When in comes our pretty boy now ...The man is built like superman and puts other wrestlers to shame. 

Michael: Not only am I pretty ... I came here to fight too!  

The Action

Things go about how you would expect with Michael and Devin locking up.  Michael my be pretty but the guy is still a big strong dude, a fact that Devin seems to have misjudged based on his groans.  

Eventually though, our heel finds his footing and puts Michael away.  There isn't a lot of back and forth in the match - Devin simply finds the best way to put that long, lean, model-esque body in pain and bam, there you have it.  Fall one is over.  

Michael tapped out and looking vulnerable.

Round 2 doesn't go Michael's way either.  The lovable jock valiantly fights back only to be leveled with an atomic drop to the groin.  

Michael vows to reclaim some of that big man energy.  

Michael's impressive package is of course the target of attack.  

At this point things seem personal for Devin.  He doesn't just want to win, the big hulking brute wants to destroy the pretty boy.  It's a story as old as time really.  Handsome, strapping newcomer comes along and hopes to replace the old guard - well Devin is not having any of that.    

Michael groans and helplessly flails those long limbs around

Now at this point you'd be forgiven if you mistook this for a squash job.  Our helpless hunk, the personal trainer, the wrestling wannabe Michael really hasn't given us one reason to think otherwise.   All we've seen so far is a jobber destroyed at the jealous hands of a bitter heel.  

Looks like it's the end for our hero ... or is it?

Our Moment

Michael groans in pain as the vengeful heel stomps his gross foot on his chest.  Devin's smile gave away his satisfaction at destroying something so beautiful.  In Devin's mind, there was always someone prettier or better looking out there but today that handsome jock was getting owned and humiliated. 

Michael fights back or how he finally "gets" gay wrestling

Michael works the advantage for all it's worth and mounts his opponent.  

Our moment today is not when we see Michael pin or submit his opponent.  No, our moment is when he proves he's got what it takes to stay in the match.  

Devin attempts a cheap shot of his own.  Punching dangerously close to our man's package.  

Our moment is seeing our abused, humiliated, hero, limp to his feet and get ready for more beat downs.  

Michael dry humped into submission

But not before a sweaty Michael is tossed on Devin's shoulders and thoroughly emasculated.

Right about now you're thinking that this is the end.  Michael proved he can take the punishment and he's just about used up all his nine lives.  Afterall, it's gay wrestling cannon to see a young hot jobber dominated by a older, stronger heel.  

Michael summons the last of his strength, he overpowers Devin

So think again, if you bet against Michael Crowe's sweaty abs of steel, then you my friend are sure to lose. 

You see those muscles aren't just for show.  Those abs can take the punishment. 

Michael thinking - is that all you got? His abs can take all that and more!

This is Michael Crowe - 200lbs of muscle and I own this mat! 

So there you have it.  In his debut, Michael proves his pretty face can take a punch sure but those abs, that incredible body, completes the total package and can take anything gay wrestling throws his way.  Scratch what I said earlier about our moment being Michael taking his punishment - our real moment is when the man turns from pretty face into a gay wrestling action hero.  

[starlightmeissa]

I do NOT think masuyo is going to let Sasuke's fangirls be anywhere near him, or tolerate them at all.

Just her saying out loud how high her standards are and low-key threatening them to f off and I do not think she likes children all that much outside of her family, much less like those fangirls.

its a little ways away, but i don't think masuyo will be mean to the fangirls. probably bemused, and probably speak to them directly to ask why they're loitering around her house. no mention of standards for sasuke's hypothetical future wife, since for all she knows sasuke will either 1) marry sakura 2) be gay and marry naruto or 3) never marry at all for some unrelated reason. maybe tell them if they're going to be around they have to go pick weeds in her garden.

Actually, here's a snippet of her making them do just that:

Masuyo sits leisurely on the engawa, taking a drink of her iced tea. Not a common drink in Konoha, but the heat has her craving it desperately. Drops dew around her fingers when she sets down her glass.

The Yamanaka heir hisses something to the pink haired girl beside her. They're getting dirty, pulling at the weeds of the vegetable garden. Eleven-year-olds are meant to be dirty though, so she isn't too worried.

Yamanaka Ino and Haruno Sakura should have thought to be more stealthy as they spied on her house if they didn't want to do her chores.

Masuyo looks back down at her novel, flicking her sharingan on with but a blink. It's frivolous to use it to remember a book. She just wants to make sure she can reread it in her head if she's ever out on a mission. Cicadas sing, and the muggy Konoha heat rises as the morning turns to noon.

"Uchiha-sama," Ino says politely, in a gritted sort of way.

"Yes, Yamanaka-kun?" Masuyo asks, turning a page.

"Is Sasuke-kun coming out soon?" Ino asks.

"Sasuke is doing the laundry right now. I'm sure he'll be out to play soon," Masuyo says evenly. The great thing about having children around is having them do chores, especially when they enjoy being helpful. Sasuke, as brooding as he can be, doesn't mind helping as long as she asks politely.

Masuyo isn't raising a boy who won't know how to wash his clothes and make food. Or one who thinks that sort of thing is lesser.

The sound of a plant being pulled quite violently sounds. Masuyo hopes that wasn't one of the ones she wanted to keep. Sasuke will be very opinionated if his tomato plants die.

"We aren't going to play, Uchiha-sama. We're shinobi!" Sakura insists. "We just wanted to-- well. Sasuke-kun always trains this time of day."

"It's so nice that Sasuke has friends to train with. You know, I've been hearing terrible things about marriage and crushes lately. Apparently some kids your age have been getting pretty excited about that sort of thing. It's good to know you girls are focused on your studies."

Masuyo looks up, blinking away her sharingan after she sees the grimacing looks on the girls faces. A silence follows. Distantly, Masuyo hears the washing machine slam shut.

Masuyo sighs. "You shouldn't stalk people unless it's for a mission, and especially not people you like. Thank you for weeding the garden. Would you actually like to train with Sasuke today? I need to watch him spar anyways."

Ino pumps her dirt streaked hands in the air in victory, but Sakura blanches.

"Spar? With Sasuke-kun?" Sakura says dubiously. Taijutsu isn't her strong point until after she starts training with Tsunade, isn't it?

"If Forehead isn't up to it, I am!" Ino says quickly. Sakura shoves at Ino's shoulder, standing quickly.

"Shut up, Ino-pig! Of course I'm up for it!"

Masuyo reaches down and takes a long drink of her iced tea, ice clinking together and against the glass. Sasuke comes walking towards the living room, his little steps pausing when he sees who's outside the opened sliding door.

"Masuyo-nee-chan," Sasuke says grimly behind her.

"Your classmates offered to weed the garden for me. Go put on your sandals, you're all sparring," Masuyo says.

Sasuke makes an indignant grunt, then shuffles off for his sandals. What a good boy. She hopes he doesn't become a terrorist. She's trying quite hard to make him otherwise.

[befuddledcinnamonroll]

Top Form, here to save me yet again. What would we all do without QL to get us through the week?

This is only episode 4, so I'm very curious about how saucy we will actually get this early, and where it goes from here. Hoping for very saucy!

The puppy energy is strong today.

Of course he filmed Akin while drunk (and asleep), oh you little creepy sweetie.

Poor Akin clearly has not let loose in a very very long time.

That is true love, to be that ok with being barfed on.

Aw, it's actually sweet for Jin to just ask for a hug, but also can we talk about Boom's acting here

where he goes from smug to shocked to scared so quickly, as he realizes his attempt to paint Jin as just some horny little bastard is not going to hold against the danger of the real emotions that are there.

I do wonder when Akin last got a genuine hug from someone.

Lol, of course Jin couldn't resist the kiss, but baby, you gotta give him time.

Oh Akin. You really don't know what to do with being cared for, do you?

Omg, the way he just swims in Jin's shirt. *swoon*

Also is this honey foreshadowing...

I'm dying and we're only 12 minutes in.

The creatives on this show know what the people like, and we love them for it.

Ohoho, kitty doesn't want to delete that video.

Akin is so powerless against the puppy.

Ooh, so the red and white motif today.

This is the first time we've seen red brought in! Side note: red is a really good color for Boom.

I am very curious if the series they are filming is explicitly BL, or being passed off as "bromance". Because it is hella gay.

Lolol, Jin immediately back to puppy mode.

Hmm, don't love Jade's face there. What is he thinking?

Haha, oh Akin, you waaant him.

Also can I point out that there is no way that an actor does not have several changes of clothes on a set, so he is 100% choosing to wear Jin's clothes again. Sly boy.

This car montage is EVERYTHING.

But also how dare they transition right at this look!

The romance!

Boom, you are killing me with the faces.

Oh, he is so softening, Jin. He is goddamn butter right now.

How is a silent scene in a closet making me squee this much!?!

And of course on day 21, Jin is wearing red! I see you costume designers!

Don't mind me, just having another feral moment over height difference.

Akin looks like I always feel when a camera is on me.

God, Boom's acting is so good. All the layers of uncomfortable and wanting and confused. I get it though, the intrusion of the realities of fame in the bubble you had going for a while.

Oh Akin, no other man's seat feels the same.

Lol, Sine: "Please figure this out because my life is so much easier with Jin taking care of you".

Oh no, I can't handle sad puppy.

Not the black kitty plushie!

This is why Akin is so lovable. Under the grump, he's just pure soft squishy insides. And a huge dork. Who can resist it?

Well, showing a bunch of fans as entitled assholes who don't understand the actors' real lives is definitely accurate.

Crud. Jade wanting to commodify their relationship is going to be so bad.

This series is not going to help my "fans need to mind their own fucking business" irritation.

Red light, and more honey foreshadowing?!?!

What have we done to deserve such gifts?

Jin, you made this man feel things, he is not gonna let you pull back.

But honestly, considering what I have heard of the manga, this seems like an important moment to include. Jin has been the relentless pursuer, but this is making it clear that Akin is as invested in what happens between them, and wants Jin just as badly.

Oh, Akin's tentative yet desperate kisses. This man wants to be loved so badly, and has no idea how.

And again, Jin could take advantage of the desperation, but he won't, because he wants their physical relationship to be on equal footing. He cares about Akin's emotional state.

Omg, Jin, you idiot. Communication is key!

Damn, the way they are both so flushed is so fucking hot.

The emotional intensity, the everything!

Fucking hell! Ok, for the rest, the gifmakers will do way more justice to than any screenshot ever could. But omg. Sauciness achieved.

[henrioo]

°•*⁀➷ TWO AGAINST ONE: PORTGAS D. ACE

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "Ace makes the mistake of eating one of your pregnant husband's sweets, you, now he needs to somehow earn her forgiveness. However, it seems that in this dispute, your son has already chosen who his favorite father will be."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : TRANS MALE READER, FTM READER, TRANS MASC READER, PREGNANT MALE READER, MEN PREGNANT, BIOLOGICAL PREGNANCY, GAY RELATIONSHIP, Reader is a little dramatic, pregnancy dramas, unnamed baby but is a boy, Ace and you are married, Ace is a golden retriever and you're mean to him (just a little), Ace is a perfect dad and husband

꒰ WC ꒱ : 917

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : Wow, more babies! Hahah who would have thought... Okay I wanted to say that it's the last baby story but it's not, At least next time I'll try to post another topic or you'd start to think I'm weird. The post was supposed to be yesterday and it was also supposed to be a late ask, but the ask is 7k words long and I'm having a serious problem translating it, so I'm going to post this other story today so I can have more time, enjoy!

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"Love, honey, my husband, my man, my sweet, forgive me." Your husband, Ace, whimpered beside you as you lay on the reclining sofa, covered in pillows and with a soft blanket over your huge belly. You had an irritated expression and crossed arms, purposely ignoring him and pretending to pay attention to the television.

"I'm not talking to you," you snorted irritably, and if your feet weren't swollen and your legs weren't aching, you would have kicked his ass out of the house.

"I swear, I didn't know it was your chocolate! I thought it was mine... I'm sorry, my love," he was kneeling on the sofa next to you, his hands clasped together begging for forgiveness, and his puppy eyes were so sad that anyone would have accepted his apologies.

Anyone, except you. No, no, you were a pregnant man dealing with a very active baby and hormones so out of whack that you seemed like a ticking time bomb. You definitely wouldn't forgive your husband for eating the last of your chocolate stash. Especially because it was Sunday! The store that sold your favorite, expensive, artisanal chocolate only opened on Tuesdays. You would have to go two days without your chocolate because of your husband's stupidity in not checking who the chocolate belonged to before swallowing it!

Okay, you weren't exactly craving chocolate in the past few days, and that one had been stored for a long time... But that doesn't change the fact that he shouldn't have eaten it!

"I swear I'll buy the whole store for you to forgive me! Please, don't pout at me like that," he whined again as he lovingly rubbed your arm. Ace hated hurting you, no matter how small the reason. Now that you were pregnant, he tried his best to make you live in paradise, as he was extremely worried when he found out that stress could cause serious complications in pregnancy. Although Marco and Law tried to explain that it had to be an absurd amount of stress, he practically didn't listen and accepted as an absolute truth that even the smallest amount of stress was a deadly risk for you and the baby!

"I hate you," you murmured irritably, and your frustrated pout grew. You didn't like arguing with Ace and usually didn't care so much about something like this, but those damn hormones made you go crazy. One moment you were crying, and the next you were trying to set the house on fire with Ace inside. Then, you would go back to normal as if everything were fine. You could only think that this was Ace's punishment for taking so long to propose to you.

"What can I do to make you forgive me, my king?" he sighed and sat closer to you, kissing your arm and then trying to kiss your cheek, which resulted in you moving away. "You're breaking your poor husband's heart."

"I'll ask for a divorce if you keep annoying me," you said, trying to stay strong, although you were almost giving up on arguing and just getting lost in Ace's warm embrace.

"Ouch... So cruel," he whimpered and carefully laid on your belly, then gently stroked it, giving kisses on the shirt you were wearing. "Come on, little guy, help your old man make peace with your daddy. He'll put me to sleep on the couch if he stays like this," he whimpered, trying to get help from his unborn child.

Before you could reprimand Ace again, a kick was felt by both of you... Your baby had just kicked exactly where Ace's head was, making him startle and jump from the slight blow he received, causing both of you to widen your eyes in shock.

"Our son just kicked me?" he asked, confused and incredulous about the situation.

"Humph, looks like it's two against one now," you smiled triumphantly as you caressed your belly. "Our son is smart, he knows that this daddy here is the only one whose right," you continued teasing Ace, already feeling your mood improve and the anger dissipating.

"This is unfair! The two men in my life are ganging up against me!" he crossed his arms with a pouting expression.

"Think twice before eating my sweets next time," you shrugged. "You heard the baby, today Daddy Ace sleeps on the couch," you laughed, feeling some gentle kicks from your baby, as if he really agreed with you.

"This little rascal will have to deal with me when he's born... Stealing my husband, I was here before you," he muttered childishly as he glared at your belly. "And you, mister grumpy husband, I'm going to squeeze and kiss you until you're forced to forgive me! And if you try to kick me out of our room, I'll cry at the door like a stray dog," Ace made his threat, and before you could disagree, he threw himself on top of you, covering your face with kisses as he hugged you tightly. All you could do was laugh, feeling ticklish from his kisses. You didn't usually get mad at your husband so often, but if it meant having him as a repentant little puppy trying to win your forgiveness through affection and love... Maybe you would start getting mad more often, especially if your son would help you.

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[stoopid-turtle]

I'm Not Here (but vibe w me)

Um, hi y'all. Long time; no post. But I still totes keep up with the boys and have the feels about so many things but not enough time/energy to actively engage with stuff until this brief moment, but...

I know DD's NYE performance is being overshadowed by the serious safety concerns, which is completely reasonable because wow. That's sucky.

But I still gotta take a moment to just break down crying a la He Jiong about the performance itself because

Dude seriously just sang an out-and-out gay love song on stage at a time when I have strong feels for the LGBT community due to my own personal issues what with the outcome of the recent US election. So a moment, in a country repressive country like China, where an artist is so bold as to perform a love song for his gay partner on-stage and it's so freaking beautiful and perfect...

Yeah, I got big feels.

Youtube had an official version of the performance uploaded last night (I know because I watched it multiple times) but it seems to have disappeared today. Not sure the whys. But the closest I could find was this fancam so here:

Put aside the safety panic for a moment and please join me in looping the ending love-wail while sobbing openly. 😭

[ev3rgreenxtrees]

could you write a nick x ftm!reader? something like the reader sees a bunch of hate comments about him and nick comforts him? (if not that’s totally ok)

,,My Boy’’

-N.S

Synopsis: You and Nick have been dating for a long time now, and you finally agree to be in one of the boy’s videos. Nick introduces you as his boyfriend, and the viewers find out you are trans. Some don’t respond the best to this, but Nick is there to comfort you.

pairing: bf!nick sturniolo (he/him) X trans ftm!reader (he/him)

warnings: homophobia, transphobia, panic attack, gender dysphoria, body dysphoria, cyber bullying, threats, harassment, homophobic & transphobic slurs (i promise i can say them. id never EVER say a slur i couldnt!!) and i think thats all! please let me know if i missed one <3

requested?: yes!

back to: masterlist

—FIRST PERSON POV—

After Nick constantly asking me if I was positive I don’t want to finally be in one of the triplets videos, I reluctantly agree.

I have been dating nick for around eight months, and we have kept our relationship a ‘secret’, for these past eight months, and i finally agreed to be in a video.

Matt got back into the car, shutting the door behind himself. Nick smiled at me, before speaking up.

“Welcome back, everybody! Today, we have a special guest, my boyfriend, y/n!” Nick boasts. I love how he openly called me his boyfriend, but i was worried. were his fans going to find out?

Sure they would, but would they care? probably. I passed well enough to be called a male in public, but whenever people care enough, like the Sturniolos fanbase, they will look for all my socials, and they’ll know.

A million thoughts ran through my head, but they were all cleared out once I heard Nick call my name again.

“Y/n? babe? you okay?” he asked, shaking my shoulder gently.

“hm? oh- yeah. sorry. i zoned out,” i chuckled a little. “could you repeat the question?” i asked, and nick complied.

The rest of the video went by pretty smoothly, since I was occupied with thinking deeply at all the odd questions Nick was asking us, and laughing at the out of pocket jokes from matt and chris.

We recorded for about an hour more, knowing that more than half of the footage would just be cut out in editing. Matt screeched into the camera, before shutting it off, and handing it to Nick, and starting the car.

Matt drove all of us to the triplets house, since I just stayed there often with them anyways. we walked inside, and Nick and I went up to his room to edit the video.

I caught myself giggling at the stupid jokes and the annoying bickering, but I cant lie, we’re pretty funny.

“this video has to be posted today,” Nick sighed, only a little bit into the editing. “I hate it when they wont film until the ‘night’ of. It’s 2:34 AM, and the video needs to be up by 4:30..” Nick sighed.

He looked over at me, noticing i was growing increasingly more tired.

“get some sleep, baby.” Nick smiled, kissing my forehead. I complied, before crawling into his bed, falling asleep there.

I woke up again, and it just so happened to be 5:00 PM, somehow. I always sleep throughout the whole day, so i wasn’t really surprised.

I yawned, before staying in Nick’s bed, allowing myself to wake up. I checked my phone, which normally has none to five notifications, but this time, i had well over a thousand.

My eyebrows furrowed; and i quickly shot up. I scrolled through the notifs, to see comments on my old instagram and tiktok posts,

“Awe! Nick’s boyfriend is so cute!”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘boyfriend? i thought nick was gay. this is disgusting.’”

“That’s gross. She changed her name and claimed to be a boy. Fucking gross. Grow up.”

|_ “replying to : @— ‘HE is a boy. He always has been, he just realized it, and is now brave enough to show it. let him be.’”

“Thats not even a boy💀”

“Nick could’ve done so much better and actually got himself a big strong MAN.”

“shes so ugly wth.”

“Nick needs to realize that he could do so much better than her. he needs to raise his standards because what the fuck.”

“guys, her name is y/d/n, not y/n!”

Each comment broke my heart. Sure, there were a few sweet ones, supporting nick and i, but the horrible degrading ones outweigh those by a long shot.

I felt my eyes start to water as i scrolled through the comments. I didn’t want to see them, but i couldn’t stop looking.

I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks, as i looked through the comments.

I stopped looking through comments i was tagged in, and began looking through my instagram DM’s. Fuck. These were worse.

“kill yourself you stupid fag.”

“nick doesn’t want you, tranny.”

“kill yourself before i kill you.”

“don’t corrupt nick you disgusting freak.”

“i promise you, nick hates you.”

“why’d he pick you. he could’ve had me😂”

I let out small silent sobs, throwing my phone on the ground. I heard a pair of feet running up the stairs to Nick’s room, before the door flew open.

“shit- what happened? fuck, y/n, whats wrong?” Chris’ eyes widened as he saw the scene in front of him. My phone broken on the floor, and i was sobbing into my knees on Nick’s bed.

I nodded, and chris immediately ran by my side.

“he’s out with Matt- ill call him. im staying here with you until he gets here, okay?” he placed his hand on my back. he quickly pulled his phone out of his pocket, calling nick. i didnt understand what he said, because i wasn’t paying attention. i just need nick.

Nick. thats all i want. He’s all i need.

“hey.. please, talk to me.” Chris spoke softly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “what happened, buddy?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing, his hand never leaving my back.

Thats when i realized, i wasn’t wearing my binder. Normally, not wearing my binder at my own house, or even the triplets, doesn’t bother me, but as i read through all those comments, calling me a girl, i couldn’t help but feel disappointed in myself.

I looked down at my chest, and started crying harder. I couldn’t breathe. fuck- i’m having a panic attack.

“n-nick- i- i need n-nick!” i gasped, quickly sitting up.

“hey- hey, it’s okay. Nicks almost here, okay? I need you to take deep breaths, okay?” Chris panicked. I panted, rocking back and fourth on nicks bed.

I knew Chris was trying to help, but i needed Nick.

We heard the door bust open, and nick and matt both ran up the stairs, to me and Chris.

“baby, my baby..” Nick’s eyebrows furrowed, as he rushed to my side. He pulled me into a hug, and looked at chris as he held me. “what happened, chris?” Nick asked, trying to raise his voice, knowing it would make things worse.

“I- i dont know! I heard a bang and crying- so, i ran up here and he was crying! he wouldnt tell me anything, besides he wanted you! i- i didnt know what to do so i called you!” Chris spoke worriedly.

I looked over at matt, his jaw clenched, as he fiddled with his own hands. his eyes glossy. Matt’s dealt with his own panic attacks, and seeing someone he cared about was probably hard for him.

“i- i-m sorry-“ i stuttered out to Matt, who had a worried expression plastered on his face. he didn’t say a word. I cant hurt matt, too.

“huh? baby, what are you sorry for?” nick asked me, pulling back slightly from the hug, to look me in the eyes.

“m-matt-“ i sobbed, and nicks head snapped towards matt, who’s chest was moving rapidly, his eyes wide.

“fuck, chris, get him out of here, please. go sit with him on the couch or something- calm him down. I got y/n,” nick gestured towards matt, and chris immediatly did as he was told.

“shh, baby. i’ve got you. You’re okay.” Nick whispered, pulling me into him. i focused on the heat radiating off of his body, his vanilla scent, and the way his soft hoodie felt on my skin. My sobs slightly subsided, and i could finally think straight again.

“My love.. i love you. so much. do you want to talk about it?” Nick offered, and placed a loving kiss on my forehead, as he brushed my hair out of my face.

“your f-fans.. they called me a girl..” i sniffled, and his gaze sofened, and he looked like he was about to cry.

“you are not a girl. you never have been, and never will be. you’re my boy.” Nick sighed, placing a soft kiss to my lips.

His boy.

I’m his boy.

I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS A GOOD ENDING OR NOT BUT IDK I THOUGHT IT WAS CUTE.

writing the dms and comments BROKE me.

@bernardenjoyer @lovely-calypso

[supercap2319]

"Spread yer legs like the guid laddie ye are." His Scottish accent was deep and husky as his mouth was against Y/N's throat. He was demanding and pushy, long slender fingers digging into his hips.

"Fuck you, Eternal. I'll spread my legs whenever I damn well please." Y/N growled out, reaching back and tugging on sugar brown locks. He wasn't sweet or gentle, having enough strength to rip Ikaris's hair out, but he didn't want that. This was about pain and pleasure.

"Shut up and spread them." Ikaris kicked his legs apart. They both knew Ikaris was strong enough to take him by force if necessary. And they both knew Y/N was strong enough to resist if he wanted to. But this wasn't about forcing. It was about resisting and rebelling to the point that there's so much sexual tension between them, that they fuck in a hot, passionate gay hate sex scenario.

Y/N was bent over as Ikaris as trailed a finger over his ass. "If only your friends could see what a slut you really are for cock."

"Shut up, Eternal and fuck me already. If you've got the dick and balls for it." Y/N growled.

There was the sound of pants being ripped as Ikaris made a hole in Y/N pants and underwear as he pulled his own pants down, and stroked his massive cock. "Beg for it, laddie."

"Fuck you! I'm not a bottom bitch boy. Fuck me now, or I'll get someone who can." Y/N hated the Eternals. The Eternals hated the Avengers. Y/N and Ikaris would meet three times a week in a hotel room and fuck until they've had their fill of hate sex. Today was the first day.

Ikaris growls and teases Y/N's hole with his leaking golden precum. He pulled his head back by his hair. "I'm in charge. And I said, fuckin beg boy!"

"Ah, fuck! Fuck me, Ikaris.... please?"

"Good, Laddie."

[camisoledadparis]

THIS DAY IN GAY HISTORY

based on: The White Crane Institute's 'Gay Wisdom', Gay Birthdays, Gay For Today, Famous GLBT, glbt-Gay Encylopedia, Today in Gay History, Wikipedia, and more … December 25

Sol Invictus ("the Unconquered Sun") or, more fully, Deus Sol Invictus ("the Unconquered Sun God") was the late Roman state sun god. The cult was created by the emperor Aurelian in 274 and continued until the abolition of paganism under Theodosius I. The Romans held a festival on December 25 called Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, "the birthday of the unconquered sun."

The use of the title Sol Invictus allowed several solar deities to be worshipped collectively, including Elah-Gabal, a Syrian sun god; Sol, the patron god of Emperor Aurelian (270-274); and Mithras. Oh, and a Jewish upstart named Jesus.

December 25th was also considered to be the date of the winter solstice, which the Romans called bruma. It was therefore the day the Sun proved itself to be "unconquered" despite the shortening of daylight hours. (When Julius Caesar introduced the Julian Calendar in 45 B.C.E., December 25th was approximately the date of the solstice. In modern times, the solstice falls on December 21st or 22nd.)

The Sol Invictus festival has a "strong claim on the responsibility" for the date of Christmas, according to the Catholic Encyclopedia. Solar symbolism was popular with early Christian writers as Jesus was considered to be the "sun of righteousness."

The date for Christmas may also bear a relation to the sun worship. According to the scholiast on the Syriac bishop Jacob Bar-Salibi, writing in the twelfth century:

"It was a custom of the Pagans to celebrate on the same 25 December the birthday of the Sun, at which they kindled lights in token of festivity. In these solemnities and revelries the Christians also took part. Accordingly when the doctors of the Church perceived that the Christians had a leaning to this festival, they took counsel and resolved that the true Nativity should be solemnized on that day." (cited in "Christianity and Paganism in the Fourth to Eighth Centuries", Ramsay MacMullen).

The Death of Epaminondas

418 B.C. – Epaminondas, Greek warrior and general, born (d: 362 B.C.). Considered to have been one of the great military geniuses of the ancient world, he is included here, on Christmas Day, not because of his victories in battle, but because he was revered for his moral character. He was revered, too, since he had risen from an impoverished family because of his goodness, strength and character.

Epaminondas was well educated; his musical teachers were among the best in their disciplines, as was his dance instructor. Most notably, his philosophy instructor Lysis of Tarentum (who had come to live with Polymnis in his exile) was one of the last major Pythagorean philosophers. Epaminondas was devoted to Lysis and was noted for his excellence in philosophical studies.

Not merely an academic, Epaminondas was noted for his physical prowess, and in his youth he devoted much time to strengthening and preparing himself for combat. In 385 B.C., in a skirmish near the city of Mantinea, Epaminondas, at great risk to his own life, saved the life of his future partner Pelopidas, an act thought to have cemented the life-long friendship between the two.

He was, like most Greek warriors, homosexual - but with a difference. He never married and did not produce an heir. His delight in boys was complete in itself for him. His two favorite boys, Asopichus and Leuctra, both fell in battle, as did Epaminondas. Both, by his order, are buried in his tomb.

1642 – Sir Isaac Newton (d.1726/27) was an English mathematician, astronomer, theologian and physicist (described in his own day as a "natural philosopher") who is widely recognised as one of the most influential scientists of all time and a key figure in the scientific revolution. His book Philosophiæ Naturalis Principia Mathematica ("Mathematical Principles of Natural Philosophy"), first published in 1687, laid the foundations of classical mechanics. Newton also made pathbreaking contributions to optics, and he shares credit with Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz for developing the infinitesimal calculus.

Isaac Newton was born (according to the Julian calendar, in use in England at the time) on Christmas Day, 25 December 1642 (NS 4 January 1643) "an hour or two after midnight", at Woolsthorpe Manor in Woolsthorpe-by-Colsterworth, a hamlet in the county of Lincolnshire.

From the age of about twelve until he was seventeen, Newton was educated at The King's School, Grantham, which taught Latin and Greek and probably imparted a significant foundation of mathematics. He was removed from school, and by October 1659, he was to be found at Woolsthorpe-by-Colsterworth, where his mother, widowed for a second time, attempted to make a farmer of him. Newton hated farming. Henry Stokes, master at the King's School, persuaded his mother to send him back to school so that he might complete his education. Motivated partly by a desire for revenge against a schoolyard bully, he became the top-ranked student, distinguishing himself mainly by building sundials and models of windmills.

Newton's Principia formulated the laws of motion and universal gravitation that dominated scientists' view of the physical universe for the next three centuries. By deriving Kepler's laws of planetary motion from his mathematical description of gravity, and using the same principles to account for the trajectories of comets, the tides, the precession of the equinoxes, and other phenomena, Newton removed the last doubts about the validity of the heliocentric model of the Solar System and demonstrated that the motion of objects on Earth and of celestial bodies could be accounted for by the same principles. Newton's theoretical prediction that the Earth is shaped as an oblate spheroid was later vindicated by the geodetic measurements of others, thus convincing most Continental European scientists of the superiority of Newtonian mechanics over the earlier system of Descartes.

Newton also built the first practical reflecting telescope and developed a sophisticated theory of colour based on the observation that a prism decomposes white light into the colours of the visible spectrum. Newton's work on light was collected in his highly influential book Opticks, first published in 1704. He also formulated an empirical law of cooling, made the first theoretical calculation of the speed of sound, and introduced the notion of a Newtonian fluid.

Newton was a fellow of Trinity College and the second Lucasian Professor of Mathematics at the University of Cambridge. He was a devout but unorthodox Christian, who privately rejected the doctrine of the Trinity and who, unusually for a member of the Cambridge faculty of the day, refused to take holy orders in the Church of England.

Beyond his work on the mathematical sciences, Newton dedicated much of his time to the study of alchemy and biblical chronology, but most of his work in those areas remained unpublished until long after his death. Politically and personally tied to the Whig party, Newton served two brief terms as Member of Parliament for the University of Cambridge, in 1689–90 and 1701–02. He was knighted by Queen Anne in 1705 and he spent the last three decades of his life in London, serving as Warden (1696–1700) and Master (1700–1727) of the Royal Mint, as well as president of the Royal Society (1703–1727).Although it was claimed that he was once engaged, Newton never married. The French writer and philosopher Voltaire, who was in London at the time of Newton's funeral, said that he

"was never sensible to any passion, was not subject to the common frailties of mankind, nor had any commerce with women—a circumstance which was assured me by the physician and surgeon who attended him in his last moments".

The widespread belief that he died a virgin has been commented on by writers such as mathematician Charles Hutton, economist John Maynard Keynes, and physicist Carl Sagan.

Newton did have a close friendship with the Swiss mathematician Nicolas Fatio de Duillier, whom he met in London around 1689. Their intense relationship came to an abrupt and unexplained end in 1693, and at the same time Newton suffered a nervous breakdown. Some of their correspondence has survived.

In September of that year, Newton had a breakdown which included sending wild accusatory letters to his friends Samuel Pepys and John Locke. His note to the latter included the charge that Locke "endeavoured to embroil me with woemen". Items like these have led some historians to speculate that Newton was homosexual.

"Artist and Model" - John Minton

1917 – John Minton (d.1957) was a painter of landscapes, town scenes, and figure subjects in oil and watercolor, as well as an acclaimed illustrator. Minton's homosexuality was an important influence on his work. One of his main themes was the young male figure in emotionally charged settings.

Like many middle class gay men of his generation, Minton was drawn to men who fulfilled a manly ideal, and this attraction manifested itself in much of his work, where he portrayed his handsome working class lovers and other ideals of masculinity such as Guardsmen and matadors.

Two Bullfighters

Minton's early work focused on the urban landscape he discovered during nocturnal jaunts around London, where he also discovered an active sexual underground. Visits to Spain in 1949 and Jamaica in 1950 offered Minton a fresh repertoire of subjects and enriched his palette of colors.

Although Minton was dedicated to painting, his reputation developed as a result of his skill as an illustrator for a wide range of books, as well as for magazines such as The Listener and The Radio Times.

Between 1950 and 1952 Minton lived openly with his lover Ricky Stride, a bodybuilding ex-sailor, often his model. Theirs was a volatile relationship and ended as a result of almost constant fighting, which often resulted in violence on Stride's part.

On January 12, 1950, The Listener published a letter Minton wrote in response to a review of a new biography of Oscar Wilde which discussed Wilde's sexuality and relationship with Lord Alfred Douglas in a denigrating fashion. Outraged, Minton pointed out the enormous contribution made to society by homosexuals and highlighted the fact that "the same vicious law which imprisoned Wilde still operates" and pleaded for a "saner and more comprehensive attitude towards the homosexual in society."

Minton's character revealed some great contradictions—his wild gaiety and love of wit and banter disguised and competed with an inner melancholy that verged on depression. Towards the end of his life, Minton began to express an obsession with death, and he was particularly moved by the death of film star and symbol of disaffected youth James Dean.

Minton's output was considerable. Between 1945 and 1956 he had seven solo exhibitions at the Lefevre Gallery, notwithstanding his work as tutor to the painting school of the Royal College of Art in 1949, a post that he held until the year before his death. Minton's appearance in this period is shown in a 1952 portrait by Lucian Freud, as well as in self-portraits. In the 1940s Minton, Freud and fellow artist Adrian Ryan had been in a love triangle.

Minton's last painting, which remained unfinished, was initially based upon a car crash that he had witnessed in Spain; but it also, he told his friend Ruskin Spear, represented "James Dean and all that." As a result the painting was posthumously titled Composition: The Death of James Dean in September 1955.

On January 20, 1957 John Minton committed suicide by taking an overdose of Tuinal.

1950 – Time magazine ran its first article on homosexuality. It said that homosexuals should not work in government jobs because they are a security risk.

1950 – Yehuda Poliker is an Israeli singer, songwriter, musician, and painter. Poliker first became known in the 1980s as the lead vocalist for the band Benzene. In 1985, after the band was dismantled, he began a varied solo career that included motifs from rock, pop and traditional Greek music. He is openly gay.

Yehuda Poliker (birth name: Leonidas Polikaris) was born in Kiryat Haim, a suburb of Haifa, Israel. His parents were Greek Jews and Holocaust survivors who were deported to Auschwitz from Thessaloniki.

In 1981, Poliker began his career-long collaboration with writer and producer Yaakov Gilad. Poliker's band, Benzene, released two albums: 24 Sha'ot (24 Hours) and Mishmeret Layla (Night Watch), which included hit singles such as "Hofshi Ze Legamrei Levad" ("Free Is Totally Alone"), "Geshem" ("Rain") and "Yom Shishi" (Friday). After Benzene broke up, Poliker began a solo career. In 1985, he released his first solo album, Einaim Shely (These Eyes of Mine). All of the tracks on the album were well-known Greek songs literally translated into Hebrew. In 1986, Poliker released his second solo album, Kholem Behakitz (Daydreamer). His third album, Efer VeAvak (Dust and Ashes), released in 1988, dealt mostly with the children of Holocaust survivors. It sold more than 70,000 copies, and in 2005, was rated by Ynet as number one of the top 100 best albums ever recorded in Israel.

Poliker's father, Jacko, told the story of his escape from Auschwitz in the 1988 film Because of That War (Hebrew: B'Glal Hamilhamah Hahi), which featured music by his son. The film included interviews with Yehuda Poliker and Yaakov Gilad, whose parents, Polish Jews, also survived Auschwitz.

1978 – Dylan Vox is an American actor and producer who has worked in television, film and theatre.

Vox was born in Marietta, Georgia, and was adopted one month after birth by Donna Blount. At an early age, he began riding horses and showed Western Pleasure placing in both regional and national competitions. After high school graduation, Vox received bachelor's degrees in Political Science and Journalism from the Georgia Southern University before moving to Denver, Colorado and training with Olympic Ice Dancer Carol Fox where he had some success on the national level with his partner Erin Bales. Vox retired from skating, and attended and graduated from law school.

Vox starred in the Los Angeles premiere of Debbie Does Dallas: The Musical and the world premiere of the hip-hopera "City Kid" earning a LA Stage Alliance Ovation Award nomination and a NAACP theatre award nomination.. He also was an original cast member of Hunky Dory, an original musical interpretation of the 1971 David Bowie album.

Vox appeared as himself on the reality television series Fight for Fame, Open Call, and the Spike detective series Murder. Vox has appeared in the here! cable station's gothic horror series Dante's Cove as Colin and as a series regular in here!'s vampire series The Lair also playing a character named Colin (although they are different characters).

Under the name Brad Benton, Vox performed in many hard and soft gay pornographic films, including Big Timber, Blades, BuckleRoos, Desperate Husbands, Devil Inside, and Longhorns. and was nominated for over 12 GayVN Awards and 15 Grabby Awards, winning Best Supporting Actor at the GayVN Awards in 2004 and 2005 and nine Grabby awards over all.

Vox has written for a number of LGBT-themed websites and writes a blog entitled "21st - Century Vox." He currently serves as the Sports Editor and as a featured columnist for GayWired.com.

1982 – Two married US Army men are found, fully clothed, in bed together and are accused of sex. They say they only fell on the bed while drunk, but accept honorable discharges rather than fight the charges and possibly receive dishonorable discharges.

[calmcoldevening]

Well, I've seen that even though you don't have Charles in your masterlist you still make requests for him, so I would like to ask you if you could write the following if it's not against the rules of your blog and if possible a one shot of Charles lee ray x gay gangbang where Charles is the passive/bottom.

Just I for you is fine and if you are not too busy plis >////< i love how you write <333

Slayy queen ✨

Sure!

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Tw: (saliva is a terrible lubricant, but it's a necessary measure), nsfw

My first group sex so I hope it's not that terrible

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Charles always had the situation under control. He was the power, everything always went exactly the way he wanted. Always.

But, today everything has changed. Maybe it was an extra glass of whiskey, or maybe it was a light flirtation from that guy at the bar, who was now persistently pinning him against the wall in the alley by the bar.

The night was cool, despite the height of summer. Friday night, the commotion. A milky moon shone brightly in the clear, starless sky, as if mocking his position. But it's not like he was against it.

"So doll, ready to have fun today?" You asked with a grin, grabbing Charles by the chin. The man chuckled, looking away and looking up and down at the other two guys who decided to follow you out of the bar. They all reeked of alcohol, and Charles couldn't say he wasn't drunk right now. He had nothing to lose.

"You aren't the one who makes decisions here," Lee Ray replied with a note of venom, frowning at you with his dark eyes full of unexpressed emotions.

Your hand moved from his chin to the back of his head, tangling in his long curly hair. Pulling him closer, you covered his lips with yours in a rough kiss, pulling a light moan from the man's lips.

One of the guys, tall, with close-cropped blond hair, came closer, clearly fired up by the scene unfolding in front of him. His big hand landed on Charles' ass, and Charles rolled his eyes slightly. He felt his blood boil, either from the whiskey he had drunk or from excitement.

The alley smelled of cheap tobacco, damp, and something metallic. Either it's blood, or some old rusty tank. But the mere thought of blood inflamed Charles even more.

You pulled away from Charles's flushed, swollen lips, briefly running your tongue over them, licking off the residual taste of whiskey.

"Inside you were less accommodating." You murmured with a smile, watching Charles melting into the strong arms of some guy.

The other man—not so big, red-haired, with a stupid smile on his face—was watching you and didn't move. Obviously, he was waiting for something.

The muffled music from the bar sounded pleasantly in my ears to the beat of my rapidly beating heart. Charles was on edge. It's not that he's against relationships with men, no. Rather, he didn't care. He loved spending time with beautiful things. He liked pretty things, it didn't matter if it was a man or a woman. He damn well always takes what he likes.

Charles is grinning devilishly, playing your game and wrapping his arms around your neck.

"Maybe. Maybe we could find a common language, handsome?"

His dangerous smile beckons you, and those big eyes with long lashes gently push you into the fire of drunken desire. But who are you to resist?

With one hand, you lift him off the wall, pressing him closer to your hips. He catches the hint and loosens his tie slightly, deliberately slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

"Such a proper boy?" Your words only spur him on. It's nice to give the reins to another person and just obey. He bites his lip slightly and leans back, exposing his chest to you. His back rests against the chest of a tall man. Damn, he's really starting to like it.

"Show us what you can do, doll."

You turn Charles around and now his hands are already resting on the chest of the blond man. You deftly undo the belt of his trousers, pull them down along with his underwear. Unable to resist the temptation, you slap his firm ass loudly, drawing a ragged sigh from Charles.

"Handsome."

Your fingers slide over his beautiful thighs, gently squeezing the supple flesh. Without thinking twice, you spit on your hand and insert two fingers into that damn hungry ass. Charles groans, clinging to the man in front of him, his fists clenching the fabric of his shirt. The man grunts and grabs his lips in a rough kiss.

You're not simulating. Your movements are fast, rough, and you're aiming for your pleasure in using this cutie, not his. But you can clearly hear the confused moans coming from his mouth.

His mind is on fire, and the pleasant sensation of someone else's lips and rough touches distract from the burning discomfort from behind. He's done this before. But never in such an environment. Never with several people.

"So responsive... Maybe we could meet again, what do you think? We'd make a great team, doll."

When his hole already accepts all the phalanges of your three fingers, you decide to move on to the more pleasant part. You take a condom out of your jeans pocket, quickly put it on, running your hand over your already erect penis. His hole was twitching slightly from the loss of fullness. Grabbing his hips, you gently push him inside, reaching almost halfway. Charles takes a sharp breath, pulling away from the man, and buries his forehead into his shoulder. All kinds of sensations rushed into his drunken mind too quickly. He's breathing fast and rapid, trying to get used to the feeling of fullness and burning, and the lubricant on the condom isn't helping either, but he's holding on. He wasn't used to showing weakness. Or maybe this pain just turns him on more.

He bends in his back, grabbing the other man's hips for stability, and accidentally bumps his cheek into an obvious bulge. The blonde decides to take advantage of the moment. He pulls his own cock out of his pants, watching Charles with a smirk.

"Why don't we use all your holes, lad?"

Charles frowns at the rough treatment, but obediently opens his mouth. The man's hand slides into Charles' unruly hair, squeezing and guiding hard. His hole around your cock contracts slightly, and his hips move against yours. He got used to it, little devil. You slap his other buttock, leaving a clear mark. He moans hollowly through his cock-filled mouth. You take his hips more comfortably, moving in a surprisingly gentle rhythm.

Finally, the red-haired man decides to join in your fun, obviously tired of just touching his own cock. He walks up to the blonde and greedily kisses him while he presses Charles' face closer. You purr briefly, getting even more excited from such a hot scene. Your movements are getting faster, and the alley is filled with stifled moans and vulgar slaps.

Charles grunts and gags as the blonde cums in his mouth. He forcefully pushes off with his hands from other man's hips, breathing heavily. You grab his hair and press his back against you, watching his throat tremble as he tries to swallow everything. His eyes are wet with tears, and there are remnants of someone else's cum on his lips. You grin, taking a deeper pace. Charles rolls his eyes in pleasure and snuggles closer to you, snuggling into your touch. Your free hand slides over his lips.

"Such a depraved doll, hmm?"

He replies with another loud groan.

The men in front of you are kissing and touching each other in desperate attempts to get more pleasure. But they're not good at it, because the main treat of the night has already chosen you.

The red-haired man leans against Charles's chest, leaving sloppy kisses, biting swollen nipples. Charles purrs blissfully from the abundance of stimulation. The blonde is just playing with himself, watching the depraved scene.

Charles's hips slam hard against yours, his ass hungry for your cock. You feel like you're not on the edge anymore. Then your wide hand rests on his crying cock, stroking his flushed head.

"Cum for me, doll. Cum, like a good boy."

This treatment of your lips sounds almost like a reward, and he dutifully bites his lower lip, guiding his hips into your fist. Your hand is rough and hot, so nice on his cock. He's breathing heavily, his eyes hidden behind dark curls. Finally, he lets out a soft whine and cums in your hand. You gently guide him through the haze of pleasure, smearing his liquid over his cock.

You pull your cock out of his ass and bring him to his knees. Charles obediently kneels down. His usually smug face is relaxed, pupils dilated, chest heaving frequently. He's fucking drunk with your cock.

"I'm not done, doll. Correct your mistakes, pretty?"

You gently take his chin with your fingers, bringing your overexcited cock to his swollen red lips with your other hand. Charles obediently takes it in his mouth, licking it greedily with his tongue.

Two men stand on either side of you, stroking their own dignity. Charles, without thinking twice, takes them in both hands, helping them reach the finish line.

He lazily sucks your dick, sucking his cheeks in. His half-closed drunken eyes look up at you with a strange adoration and satisfaction. You can see his reddish cock hardening again.

Finally, you come with a groan and he takes you to the bottom, trying not to spill a drop. Men come after you with quiet grunts, Charles' face is streaked with white. He closes his eyes and frowns slightly.

"Damn, that was good."

"You better come to this club again, lad."

When the men disappeared into the darkness of the night, you're still there with Charles. He slowly puts on his well-rumpled, but no less beautiful clothes.

You're grinning.

"Gimme a number, handsome?"

[planet-gay-comic]

Enchanted Autumn in the City Park 💙🧡 🌞🍂 🥁🎵🎶

From the Gardens of Rome to the Modern City Park: A Journey through the History of Cruising

For centuries, city parks and gardens have been more than just places of relaxation and strolling; they have also been silent witnesses to intimate encounters and discreet glances. For gay men, these public spaces have historically offered rare opportunities to meet, with the openness or secrecy of these encounters shifting according to the cultural and historical context of the time. Today, in an era of growing acceptance and openness, these gatherings have become more visible, though the tradition of such meeting places stretches back through the ages.

The Open Gardens of Ancient Rome

In ancient Rome, there were places where men could meet openly, without shame or secrecy. The Romans had a remarkable tolerance toward certain forms of sexuality, especially evident in their public baths, or thermae. These baths served as places of personal care and social exchange but also provided a relaxed, almost intimate atmosphere where homoerotic encounters were not uncommon. Large public gardens, such as the Gardens of Lucullus and the Gardens of Maecenas, were also popular meeting points that allowed a degree of anonymity. These parks and gardens weren’t specifically intended for intimate encounters, but they provided enough space for connections that society generally accepted, as long as social norms and hierarchies were respected.

The 18th and 19th Centuries: From Discreet to Open

With the emergence of modern cities and public parks in the 18th and 19th centuries, especially in metropolises like London and Paris, opportunities for discreet meetings grew again. Though societal rejection remained strong, urban parks and gardens offered sprawling, often dimly lit spaces that allowed for discretion. Well-known meeting points emerged in places like London’s Hyde Park and Paris’ Bois de Boulogne, where men could encounter each other despite the risk of discrimination or even arrest. Over the years, these parks developed into quiet refuges where men could meet without necessarily having to hide – at least not entirely.

Today’s City Park: From Secrecy to Openness

Today, city parks continue to be popular meeting places for gay men, though the social environment has significantly changed. In many countries, such gatherings are now more visible and socially accepted, allowing encounters to occur without the same fear of discrimination or persecution. Cruising in parks is no longer inevitably associated with secrecy and is instead seen as part of queer culture. Modern parks like New York’s Central Park or Berlin’s Tiergarten remain favored spots where people seeking connection and affection can gather.

A Continuum of Encounters into the Digital Age

From the gardens of ancient Rome to the hidden meeting spots of the 18th century and the city parks of our time, a thread runs through history. Parks and gardens have, over centuries, held special meaning as meeting places for gay men—sometimes as secret, sometimes as open spaces for connection. They bear witness to the enduring human need for companionship and intimacy, even under challenging circumstances.

Today, many of these encounters have shifted to the digital realm, on platforms and dating apps. Yet city parks remain a romantic alternative for those who appreciate spontaneity and the tangible experience of real-life interaction.

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-Isn't the atmosphere nice? - Victor whispered in the ear of Harrison, he jumped slightly and turned to face the long hair man. -What are you doing here?... - Harrison asked, what was doing Victor in his mission, he was supposed to be alone. - I just came to check on you my sweet boy! - Victor clapped. - Don't call me that, anyways I'm done I will write you a report... - Harrison started to walk but Victor stood in front of him. - I actually need you for an extra mission. - Harrison sighs. - Follow me. - Victor started to walk, Harrison followed him, soon they arrived to a bar, they went in. - What kind of mission? - Harrison asked. - Your mission is to relax with me.

- No, I won't, I have plans Liam. - Harrison replied ready to go. - Liam won't make it. - Victor said making Harrison turn around. - What? - Victor smiles looking into Harrison eyes - Remember the play he has for tomorrow?

- Yes I do...

- Well, he mistaken, it's for today so he had to leave early, he personally asked me to tell you and what a better way to delivery the news than with a compensation. - Victor guided Harrison to the bar, he sighed. - I'm not really into alcohol and all this... - Harrison groans. - You will enjoy it, I'm sure of it. - Victor ordered some drinks, the bartender inmedialty served them, Victor took the first sip, Harrison looked over his. - They aren't the same. - Harrison pointed out and Victor laughed. - You're right, mine is more strong than yours, I wouldn't want you to get drunk so easily. - Harrison sighed and took a sip, even if it was a lighter drink he wanted to cough but he keeps going for some reason he felt like he actually needed that drink. Victor smiled at Harrison, they both drank together, he didn't say anything, he wanted to give Harrison his space but as the night continued Victor got closer and closer to Harrison. His black hair now resting on Harrison's shoulders. Victor was breathing heavily and Harrison was red from the alcohol. Victor's hand reached for Harrison waist, getting him closer. Harrison groaned.

- I can't drink more... Let's go... - Harrison stood up, Victor paid and followed him getting out the streets were alone, Harrison struggle to walk, he rested on a wall and Victor got close to check on him. - Are you okay? - Victor asked reaching to caress Harrison's cheek. - I'm too drunk... I feel so out of myself. - Victor got close his leg now between Harrison's. - You're still you, this is just a new face that you haven't seen... - Harrison looked into Victor's eyes and then their lips met. Why didn't he stopped him? He hated this man, he found Victor irritable but here they were kissing. Was this Victors plan all along? He had a million reasons to say no, to push Victor away but then his hands slide under Harrison's shirt, gripping on his flesh, his fingers making sure to touch every inch of him, he could feel his nails wanting to dig in.

-Victor... - Harrison said. - Harrison... - Victor replied as he kissed his cheek. - I... Don't really hate you... - Harrison said blushing, what was coming from his mouth? He hated him! - I'm so happy you don't, I want you to love me. - Victor moved to Harrison's neck and started to suck in making him hickeys. - Ah... Victor... - Harrison moaned sofly, Victor eyes widen as he got on his knees and pulling his pants down enough to pull Harrison's cock and starts sucking on it. - What?! What are you doing?! - Harrison moaned, he was confused but his hips pushed deeper in Victor's mouth. Harrison kept moaning as Victor kept sucking on him, finally he sucked off, he started to lick his own fingers and introduced it on Harrison's hole. - Ngh!! Victor! Ke-keep going! - Victor laughed admiring Harrison's reaction. His fingers curling up inside Harrison. - I can't ... - Victor muttered, he stood up pulling off his fingers, he lifted Harrison his legs over Victor's shoulders and slowly introduced his member in Harrison. - Agh! Victor I wasn't ready! - Harrison moaned Victor kissed him as he started to move, his hips jerking to Harrison. - I'm sorry Harrison I'm so desperate to feel you... - Victor laughed and kept kissing him trying to not lose his mind but then Victor got a bit of sense in Victor's mind. They were drunk, on the street fucking, Victor stopped moving, he shouldn't be doing this but Harrison started to move himself, embracing Victor by his neck. - Don't stop... - Harrison's mouth was drolling from pleasure. - how dare you stop? - Victor's little scenes flew away as he felt Harrison begging for more. He kept moving, he couldn't dare to not let Harrison feel good, he kept moving inside Harrison trying to hit his sweet spot. - Agh! Vi... Vi... I'm cu-cumming!! - Harrison said, his eyes going blank. - Hehe, you're so handsome my sweet fox. - Victor became erratic finally making himself and Harrison cum. Harrison moaned loudly, Victor started to kiss Harrison's face, leaving soft licks around him. - Eh? Harrison? - Victor looked at Harrison fall unconscious in his arms. He laughed and helped him fix his pants.

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- I'm so sorry Harri... - Liam was looking down. - I hope Victor explained why I couldn't come over for our plans. - Harrison looked at Liam and smiled. - Do... Don't worry, he explained everything to me. - Liam noticed Harrison seemed off. - Is everything okay?

- Oh... Yeah, I have a hangover... - Harrison excused himself, it wasn't a lie, he had a hangover but what made him more uncomfortable was the activities from last night, he had never done something like that so it hurt him a bit.

- I hope you get better, let's go have breakfast, I heard we are having pancakes! - Liam said, he knew Harrison had a sweet tooth so he hoped he got in a better mood and it did, when they saw the pancakes being served Harrison's face lit up. However when Harrison sat up he forgot to be careful and hurt himself, having to groan.

- Are you okay? - Elbert asked. - Ah, yes... My... My head hurt... - Harrison smiled slightly nervously as he started to eat. - Harrison is having a hangover! - Liam explained. - Well, Harrison, you don't usually drink, what's gotten into you? - Alfons asked. - I just had a couple of drinks with... Victor... You know free drinks that's all. - Harrison looked away, he kept eating listening to Liam talk, Harrison enjoyed listening to his friend but then he saw Victor walking in but leaving as soon as they made eye contact. Harrison stood up.

- Where are you going Harri? - Liam asked. - I have to talk to Victor... - Harrison started to walk but he stopped. - Do you know if Roger is around here? - He asked, he didn't want anyone to hear their conversation. - He went on a mission with Jude and Ellis, they haven't come back yet - Liam replied and Harrison nod finally leaving to go behind Victor. - Was Harrison looking for me? - Roger arrived, next to Ellis, they just got back from their mission. - I think he just didn't want anyone listening to his "talk" - Alfons laughed. - I'm not sure if I'm correct but I have a theory of what happened between those two.

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- Victor... - Harrison pronounced his name as he entered Victor's office. - I'm sorry Harri... I know I should have controlled myself better last night. - Victor replied, he felt slightly guilty for his actions. - I liked it. - Harrison said making Victor jump a little, he was confused, didn't he hate him? - You do? - Victor asks stepping closer to Harrison, the mint eye guy blushed. - I did... - He tried to look away but Victor put his arms around his waist. - You did? - He asked making Harrison more flustered. - I did... I think I kinda want you... - That's everything Victor needed, he lifted Harrison and put him over his desk, his hands around Harrison's cheeks. - If you want this, I can do it for you... I can do anything you want. - Victor tried to kiss him, to shower him in his love. - Please do... Please take me, I won't hate you anymore. - Victor kissed Harrison his hands slowly moving down his neck taking off his coat, then his vest and at last his shirt. Victor's mouth lashed on Harrison's nipple making him moan, Victor had barely done anything to him but here he was moaning at the feeling of his mouth lashing at him. Victor's free hands moved down to Harrison's pants, staffing to pull them off, his hands massaging Harrison's hard on. Victor finally let go of Harrison's nipples. And raised his head, he enjoyed seeing Harrison so vulnerable to him. He started to take off his own clothes, to be as vulnerable as the displayed man in front of him. He caressed Harrison's tights, his nails digging a little to tease him. He spread his legs and started to kiss Harrison's dick, slowly moving to his hole and licking him, Harrison jumped a little, for him was such a new feeling, his head was spinning from the pleasure, Harrison felt almost ashamed of how Victor made him feel, he had never expected to end falling in lust with Victor, the man he found annoying, the man that caused him headache and now this same man was causing him a strong pleasure that increased the moment Victor's finger entered, his fingers making sure to pleasure Harrison correctly.

- You're gonna make me cum already... - Harrison groaned. - Vic... Victor... - Victor smiled at Harrison's reaction, he pulled his fingers out and introduced his own members in the man now below him as he towered over him. - Did I hurt you? - Victor asked before started moving. - I'm okay, I will adjust. - Harrison said as he made Victor move, he started to moan at the feeling of the cock inside him, he feels so good but id ashamed of saying it out loud, his legs wrapping around Victor's hips. Victor started to suck on Harrison's neck skin, leaving soft bites as he kept moving inside Harrison.

- Wait! I'm... I'm cumming!! - Harrison said but before Victor could stop Harrison climaxed, his cum over him. - Awwe, I wanted to cum with you... - Victor laughs as he hugs Harrison who is still sensible.

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- Victor! You're sending us on a mission tonight right? - Liam said entering Victor's office, behind him William and Alfons. - Oh, yes indeed. - Victor replied, he was only on his back shirt sitting at his desk. - You're red, are you okay? - William asked. - Oh well, it's a bit hot here... - Victor replied, he looks down for a moment seeing Harrison suck on his dick under the desk, he was completely naked and at the mercy of Victor. - Anyways, about the mission... - Victor tried to continue but Alfons laughed. - How indecent Victor... - Everyone looked at Alfons. - I think we should leave them alone. - William raised and eyebrown. - Them? But it's only Victor... - Liam looked around and saw Harrison's clothes. - Why are Harrison's clothes here? - Liam asked, Alfons laughed and Victor was getting a bit frustrated. - Okay, I think you should leave. - Alfons laughed pulling William and Liam out, once they were alone Harrison bite Victor. - Hey!! - Victor pulled away, Harrison coming out to groan. - I can't believe we almost got caught! It's your fault! I told you to not... - Victor kissed him to shut him up. - I promise I won't let them catch us. - Victor caressed Harrison's cheek slowly guiding him back to his dick, Harrison's mouth immediately wrapped around his flesh, Victor started to play with his hair as he kept sucking on his dick, finally making Victor cum right into Harrison's mouth. Victor laughed as Harrison struggled to swallow his semen.

- Well, did it taste good? - Victor asked. - No it didn't... - Harrison said but he actually didn't dislike it. - I will ask Roger to make it taste good! - Victor said and Harrison got flustered. - I told you I don't want anyone knowing about this. - Victor laughed kissing Harrison again. - I got it, I was just teasing I won't tell anyone. Harrison rested on Victor while he caressed his back.

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Harrison was km his way to his room, dressed again and trying to hide the bites in his mech when he saw Roger.

- Did you just got back from your mission? - Harrison asked, a bit frustrated to think he could have listened to them. - No, It's been a while, I got here before the others finished breakfast, in fact I heard you asking about me. - Harrison blushed, oh please let it be that Roger miraculously didn't hear them. - Don't worry, I didn't hear a thing. - What a lie, Harrison got even more ashamed not only Alfons knew but now Roger did too. - But why Victor? Didn't you hate the guy? - Roger asked, Harrison just slightly pushed him away as he made his way to his room, once there he fell on his bed, he didn't want to leave his bed, one because he didn't want to see anyone and two he felt too sore, that's when he realized there was a letter on his pillow, he took it, it was from Victor to him, his fingers undid the ribbon attached to the letter opening the content.

For my dear Harrison.

I'm glad, we feel the same, the same lust but I want us to be able to love each other.

In case you're wondering, I'm writing this letter while you are asleep on me, you're so cute I want to devour you.

I won't, I promise, however it makes me think of the next time I will be able to have you like this, please let me take you out once again, this time I won't take you to a bar, I won't make you drink again, though you are so cute while drunk.

I will buy you all the chocolate you want, I will bake you any dessert you want, I will make you happy.

It might sound stupid but I thank the drunkenness for making us open to each other, to fall in lust and hopefully in love.

I will be awaiting your answer my dear Harrison.

With Love Victor

Harrison checks became red, his hand holding the letter to his chest as he whispered. - Yes... Thanks to the drunkenness