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billthedrake · 15 days ago

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THE FRAT HOUSE (PART ONE)

This story got a big assist from Boy Mercury X. Thanks, bro.

I had issues, for sure. Being queer as a three dollar bill and trying to hide it. I was the hockey jock, the cut up, the obnoxious frat dude. I was the kid who blended in with all the middle-class kids at my private New England college. I lifted religiously, I pretended to hook up with girls at our fraternity's parties. All the while I got my dick sucked surreptitiously at a gloryhole I discovered.

My life changed my senior year, three weeks before graduation. I got the guts to go on Grindr and I hooked up with a guy. Taller than me at 6'3", older than me at 32, and more built than me. He was a gay dude, a real one, not a closeted guy, and in some messed up way I looked down on that. But he was my physical type to a T. Big, masculine, and big dicked. Mike was his name. He sweet talked me into giving up my cherry.

I expected it to hurt a little. I didn't expect that I'd go wild. Mike and his hard dick and his physical power worked me to the craziest orgasm of my life.

"You OK?" he asked as we uncoupled in the afterglow.

"Yeah," I said, "That was incredible." I could barely looked at him, because I was afraid I'd fall in love with him. Instead, I asked to shower off and after I quickly got dressed and out of there.

I actually cried that night, then realized I was being stupid. I texted Mike to see if we could meet up again before I graduated.

***

I moved to the big city, where a few of my fraternity brothers were moving. We shared a place, the three of us, a boring quasi-suburban apartment. We worked a lot, starter job hours. We went out on the weekend. My buddies sometimes scored and brought chicks back to the place. I pretended to be too picky for that.

I got on Grindr again and got my dick sucked. It was nice, and took the edge off.

I don't how or why, but after Thanksgiving I got the guts to join a gay hockey team. I loved the game and while I could have joined a regular rec league team, I needed a change. When I showed up for my first practice, it was like I was home. Dudes like me. D1 players who came out after college. Masculine but more at home with themselves. Not afraid to be catty or fun. At least some of them. There were the regular, quiet dudes, too.

Maybe I went for the strong, silent type because three weeks in, I was flirting with Kevin Mulvaney, a defenseman who wasn't a star player or anything. He wasn't even the most handsome guy of the bunch. But he was big and beefy and ginger, with a trimmed beard. I'd learn he was kind of a dick and a player when it came to guys, but I got along well with him.

Kevin lived in a house with three other guys, two of which were on the team. It was a de facto team house for meetings or occasional parties. I thought of it as the Frat House, in fondness. The kind of experience I wish my college had been.

Kevin was the oldest at 38. I told myself I didn't go for older guys, but there was something about his magnetism that drew me to him. It was one of those weekend parties with the guys on the team and a couple of guys that one of the housemates, Alex, knew. All gay, all bros. I was in heaven.

Kevin and I ended up alone in a side den area. We talked about our jobs, where we were from, and all that small talk. Our eyes were having a different conversation. Finally Kev shook his head and laughed.

"You're cute as fuck, you know."

"Yeah, I know," I said, more flirty than cocky. I didn't really have any game when it came to guys. But I was a good looking, athletic young dude. Even as green as I was, I knew that my type was in demand.

"You got a boyfriend?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No boyfriend," I said. "Still figuring stuff out."

"Fun phase," he said.

"You got a boyfriend?" I asked in return. I was pretty sure he didn't, but wanted to see.

He shook his head. "I like to play the field." His eyes were on mine, challenging me. The sexual spark was immediate. Kevin Mulvaney and I were gonna have sex.

Only the man threw me a curveball. He leaned back, his beefy body looking pretty magnificent in his T-shirt. I don't even know that he was intending the manspreading but as a defenseman, his legs were fucking solid and sexy as hell. "I'm a total top... just throwing that out there."

"Oh," I said. It's not that I even expected to tap Kev's ass. More that I would have been happy with some mutual oral or JO or something.

The man knew he had me on the line, caught between my green inexperience and my clear lust. He stood up and patted my shoulder. "I'll be in my room... third on the right as you go back... if you want."

I watched him walk away. His front has that beefy padding, just a little, but his back and ass and legs were hard as rock. It was almost like watching an ex-pro hockey jock. I sipped my beer. I made my way to the kitchen, where I made small talk with Greg, who didn't live in the Frat House but was a on the team, a forward like me.

Even as I chatted with Greg and talked about the professional hockey teams we followed, I debated whether I should cave in to Mulvaney. I didn't like thinking of myself as a dude who took cock. And Kevin was just the kind of man who both attracted me and scared me. More experienced, more take charge, more sure of himself.

I told Greg I was gonna take a piss and maybe leave in a bit.

I was nervous the whole walk down the hall. But the bathroom really was at the end in case I came across someone. If I had, I probably wouldn't have entered Kevin's room.

But the coast was clear, so I walked to the third door and gave a quiet knock before opening the door and slipping inside.

Kevin was stripped down and in his bed. He was naked and hard, phone in one hand, cock in the other. God, naked his bulk was even more incredible. Lots of chest and body fur perfectly trimmed. Nice heavy cock and balls. If I had to pick a best feature it was that massive chest, round pecs and thick pink nipples beneath the coppery fur.

He looked up from the porn he was watching and grinned. "Hey," he said. "I almost didn't wait."

"I can..." I said dumbly. Like I'd interrupted something I shouldn't have. When it was clear why I was here.

Kevin laughed. "You shy, Powers?" It was almost teasing, taunting even, but from Kevin I took it as genuine concern.

"A little," I laughed. "I don't have much experience."

I expected some alpha kind of comeback, but instead he had a look of sympathy. "It's OK, dude.... it'll be fun. Promise." He set down his phone and again I couldn't take my eyes off his big body, or his cock. "There's enemas in the bathroom there if you wanna prepare."

Kevin had the master bedroom with the attached bath, and I'd eventually learn he paid more rent for that privilege. Only now I stared like a deer in the headlights.

"Come on, bro," Kevin hissed. Not pissy, but really horny. "I'm so worked up right now."

I decided to go for it. Maybe if Kevin could give me an orgasm like no-last-name Mike did nine months ago, it would be worth it. I still thought of those times and jacked off to them.

I did the stuff and washed up with a cloth set up in folded pile next to the sink. I was stripped down entirely and took a second to admire my physique in the mirror. I had a very fit hockey jock body, 5'8" and 170 pounds. Cute face, great ass, mostly smooth bod with just the right amount of hair for a man of 23. I was confident in my looks. "Here goes," I said to myself.

The look on Kevin's face did give me a thrill. "Wow, Powers. Fuck." He let go of his cock and I watched it bounce in full excitement. "So fucking glad I didn't nut just now."

"What were you watching?" I asked in a playful way.

Kev laughed. He had a deep voice which made his laugh sexier. "I'll show you later, OK? Come here..." He scooted to the side and patted the mattress.

I got in and felt goosebumps on my body as his hands touched me. Some of it was Kev's magnetism, but truth told, the deeper physical contact with another man, any man, was well overdue.

"Just so you know, Brian," he said. "I'm looking to date or anything."

"That's cool," I said. "I'm not either."

We kissed. Up close, holding him, 6'3" and I was guessing 230 pounds felt a lot more imposing and a lot more exciting. My dick was crazy hard as we made out and I felt his physicality against my leaner, fitter bod.

We started slow, caressing and kissing and grinding against one another. Soon, though, Kevin's strong hands were pawing at me, especially my round hockey-player ass.

"I'm on PReP," he said. "And get tested. I'm good to go."

I about objected I wasn't sure I wanted to bareback. Mike had wrapped up when he'd taken my cherry. But Kevin was already getting down and lifting my legs, leaning in to rim me. "Such a hot fucking hole, man."

No Last Name Mike hadn't eaten me out. I now wish he had. Kev's tongue tickled at first then felt amazing. In the back of my mind I told myself not to let go, not to bitch out for Kevin Mulvaney. I worried he'd tell the other guys on the team.

But the deep rimming transitioned seamlessly to fingering. Kev's thick lube fingers easing in and out. All while he watched my face for the reaction and winked in reassurance. The man knew what he was doing.

By the time he put my legs on his strong shoulders and lined up his cock, I wanted it. The entry was actually easier than with Mike. Kev was super patient and gently rocked back and forth so that his prick tip opened me up.

"FUCK!" I hissed when he finally broke through. It was that familiar mix of feelings. A smidge of discomfort but also a pleasant fullness. And as Kevin's thick cock rode over my prostate I felt my own pleasure there. Achy and dull and intense pleasure all at once.

The man grinned down at me and started thrusting in and out. "You good, bro?" he asked.

I nodded. "Jesus... yeah."

He worked up the pace. I loved it, and I felt ashamed that the guy could see that I loved it.

Kev was almost clairvoyant. "Just let it go, man. Enjoy this."

I was, and even more as his thrusts got deeper. It was then that I realized I had Mulvaney's raw cock inside me. For some reason that thrilled me, the idea he might cum in me. I gripped my dick and stroked.

"Yeah," he encouraged. "Go for it."

I looked up and saw that big meaty chest and those broad defenseman shoulders leaning down on me as he now long dicked me, my hole now fully relaxed for him. "I won't be able to last long, Powers.... too worked up."

"Fuck me," I finally hissed, and that admission had my guts doing a spasmic clenching dance on Kev's pistoning cock. The guy was fucking the cum right out of me. Each spurt jetted out in sync with his cock thrust, spray on on my chest.

"Fuck!" I heard and watched Mulvaney's gruff face clench in orgasm. He turned beet red as he came. It was hot to watch.

He pulled out finally and I felt some regret as I felt the cummy cool wetness of my newly fucked hole. Particularly as the guy got off the bed wordlessly and went into the bathroom to piss.

I lay there and tried to recover. I'd made a mistake, but I had to admit the sex was great. And when Kev stepped back out, he tossed a warm, wet washcloth to me. "Here, bro... and thanks. You're a hot bottom, man."

I blushed. I'd never labeled myself, and I sure as fuck wasn't embracing that label. I wiped down and got the energy to lean up. "I don't really consider myself a bottom," I said. "But I'll admit, you're a great top."

He smiled. Not cocky this time, just grateful. I took a look at that heavy prick hanging low now. It had been in me, raw.

"You get tested, you say?" I asked.

"Regularly. Scouts honor," he replied. He reached forward and patted my cheek. "You should get on PReP, bro. For real."

"Yeah," I agreed.

He took a sip of water from the glass he had on the nightstand. He didn't have a porn body, but it was strong, a real ex-jock's build. In the lamplight the coppery fur and pale muscle stood out even more. I loved it.

"You can stay over if you like, Brian," he finally said.

I shook my head. "I'll go, actually," I said. I was still weirded out. By bottoming once more and by crossing a line with a teammate. In my head these dudes were exactly the kind of guys I'd love to date, but now that I was friends with them, I felt self-conscious. It wasn't accident that Kevin was not the type I imagined as a boyfriend. Too old, too gruff.

"Yeah, have a good one," he said as he watched me get dressed. "And thanks... that was hot." As I got ready to leave, he leaned in for a kiss. Kevin was a great kisser.

I'd hoped to make a clean exit. It was late and I was sure the party was over. But as I was slipping out of Mulvaney's room, I saw Zach walking down the hall.

Zach lived in the Frat House. He was a goalie, hot as hell, brown haired, with puppy dog brown eyes, and dimples that seemed like a mismatch with his muscle bod. Zach dated older guys, though, daddies, and was boyfriends with Daniel, a 40-something guy on the team.

Now, as I passed him, Zach had a knowing grin. "Hey Brian."

"Hey," I said. "See you on Wednesday?" I asked. Practice day.

"Yep. See you then."

I got out to the street, bundled in clothes that weren't quite warm enough while I waited for my Uber. "Fuck!" I said aloud.

****

The guys on the team teased me a lot. Fresh meat. Chicken. I didn't even know what half the shit they said meant. But I got the gist. I was still way uncomfortable with some gay innuendo.

It got worse after I hooked up with Kevin. With a group of gay guys, it turns out gossip travels real fast.

Daniel and another one of the older guys stepped when the teasing got too much.

And pretty soon, they realized I was a really good forward. And I realized that my playing did the speaking for me. By the second month of the season, I was clearly the star of the team and the guys stopped teasing me.

I became good friends with Zach. At first I was pissed at him talking about me to the guys, then realized I'd probably have done the same thing. That shit just happens.

One night as the team went out for drinks after a game, Zach and I had our first deep conversation. We'd been having a talk about which gyms we went to. Zach was thinking of switching to mine, which was cheaper than the sports club he went to. Then he paused and dropped the bomb.

"So... you and Kevin a thing?"

"Nah man. It just happened, OK?"

He looked at me sympathetically. "Open to some advice, Brian?" he asked

"Sure," I said. Maybe because he was close to my age at 25, I felt he'd talk to me without being condescending.

"Don't be afraid to go for what you want, man," he said. "I mean, I'm into daddies and dudes give me shit all the time. But I'm with the man I'm meant to be with." He patted my shoulder. "Just be yourself, Bri."

I took that in. "I'm not sure what self I need to be."

Zach laughed. I loved how he could be serious and real, but not let shit bother him. "Then enjoy figuring that out."

"I guess," I said.

He got a sly look on his face. "Can I tell you about my first, dude? It was my fucking high school coach."

"For real?" I said. I wasn't a daddy chaser, but for a lot of jocks, there was something about a coach that loomed large in our sexual fantasies.

He nodded, clearly proud. "Holy grail, right? It was after I graduated. Dude's married and very much the kind of guy I shouldn't have been involved with." He shrugged. "But I learned from it, and learned that there were better guys out there than Coach Connelly."

I loved that perspective but couldn't help but asking. "But it was hot, right?"

Zach laughed. He had a killer smile. "Yeah. I mean, the sex was lousy, but mentally, it was Coach, you know?" He looked at me. "You ever bone for one of your coaches, Brian?"

I nodded. "Not high school. But the assistant coach in college... I still think about him. He wasn't much older, though."

I thought it over. Zach was right. Maybe I should get out there more. Stop having hangups for liking dick. Easier said than done. I hadn't done a thing other than JO since hooking up with Kevin.

Well, I'd done one thing. I now had a PReP prescription and was taking it regularly. I did't trust my self control.

****

I broke the dry spell the week after. It was weird to think I was almost 24 before I fucked a dude. It was fun, some guy off Grindr. But something was missing. Maybe I wanted a guy who was a friend as well as a hot fuck. I wanted the impossible.

I hooked up with another guy on the team. Drew. 48yo finance guy. He didn't hang around the Frat House or go to the parties, but liked to meet for after-game drinks. Maybe I turned my nose down at older guys and felt they were leches. Drew responded to that energy with his own standoffishness until we broke the ice. I found he and Zach had dated when Zach first moved to the city, but Drew generally stuck with guys closer to his age for anything serious.

Now, the sparks were there, and I was horny. Drew wasn't a big dude like I often went for but he was tall and handsome. Total DILF. I went with it and went back to his place.

It was oral, mutual. Turns it out it was my first time really doing my best to suck dick. Drew actually coached me some and we took turns, the man going down on me, kind of edging me by pulling off when I got too close. I loved it. The man and I made out and had marathon sex. Three fucking glorious hours of being with another man. I came buckets. And when I went down on Drew's five and a halfer for the finale, he blasted off so much I hard a hard time swallowing it all. We kissed and snowballed his load. Another first.

And for the first time I stayed over in another man's bed.

He made me coffee and breakfast the next morning. Looking like a million bucks in pyjama pants and his college T-shirt. We chatted and talked about the Saturday we had planned. It was clear this wasn't a romantic situation, and that put me at ease.

Finally, as he put away the dishes, Drew seemed to have something on his mind. "OK if I give some unsolicited advice, Brian? Kevin's a total fucking player, so be careful."

I felt pissy. "Dude, I fucking know. Jesus. Does the whole team know my business."

That made Drew laugh. "Fraid so, yeah. Don't worry, I'll keep discreet about last night. Though maybe some of the guys saw us leave together, who knows?"

I shrugged. "Fuck em." I looked Drew up and down. Wondering if he was a future me. Hockey jock now a career dude, but still not wanting to outgrow his 20s completely.

"What?" he asked. "I guess I said the wrong thing. I just... well, I've seen it play out."

I'd have to find out what he meant at some point. But I answered directly. "Dude, I'm not dating Kevin. It was just a one-time thing."

****

That same day, I told my roommates. I wasn't gonna make a big production out of coming out, and I tried to be off handed about it. Yeah, that didn't work. Tyler gave me a bro hug and told me I was his bud, still. But it was weird between us after that. Just not the same.

I almost preferred Jason's cold shoulder and silent treatment. At least I knew where I stood.

I wasn't gonna unload on my new gay friends, but after the next hockey game, we went out for beers and as I talked to Charlie, one of the guys who lived in the Frat House, it all came out.

"Fuck, man," he said. "That's real fucking shitty." I almost regretted seeing that smile go away, he was just so attractive with it. Yeah, I guess the problem of gay friends is the sexual attraction and tension.

"Yeah," I said. "I gotta get a new living situation, soon."

He took a sip from his pint and shrugged. "You should move in with us, Brian," he said. As he talked the wheels seemed to click. "Zach's moving in with Dan, and we'll need another housemate."

My face lit up. This was fate or kismet or something. Still, I thought of Kevin.

So I cornered him 15 minutes later and brought up Charlie's suggestion.

"You should, Bri. Your roommates are assholes," he said.

"But what about us?" I whispered.

"What about us?" he countered, then his eyes fixed on me. "Dude, you're not getting weird on me are you? Fuck!"

"No, man, I'm not getting weird. I just... maybe we should keep things platonic."

"Your choice," he grinned. "But..." leaning down he whispered. "We both know you like my cock too much." Jesus, why did I have to be attracted to guys like him? But Kevin was right.

****

The Frat House had an interview night. Kevin. Drop-dead gorgeous Charlie, another defenseman from the team. And Alex, who'd actually gone to Penn State with Charlie but was a former football player, a second-stringer punter.

I kind of think they were just razzing me, but also I guess they didn't know me well. By the end of an hour it was clear I was going to be moving in. They went over the rent and the house rule. Clean up duty, trash days, that kind of thing. And ground rules about parties on the weekend only, no loud TV or music after 10 otherwise. And yeah, there would be guys over, Grindr hookups or whatever, so be cool.

I was cool. And grateful as hell. I didn't even mind losing a month's rent to my asshole buddies. It gained an instant circle of close friends, yet we also kept our distance and gave privacy when needed. Zach, the one moving out, was now my closest friend on the team, but my new housemates and I all bonded in our own way. Charlie and I would sometimes eat dinner together or watch TV if one of us didn't have other plans. Charlie had a muscle pup boyfriend but they tended to see each other on the weekends.

I didn't see Alex as much. He was dating a twunk named Steven. I gathered twunks were his type. But I frickin' loved talking to the guy. He was an olive-complected Italian-Latino guy who talked in a thick North Jersey accent and could talk your ear off, but I ate it all up.

Kevin and I had secret sex a couple of times, till I started avoiding situations that would make him think I was interested. It helped that my work hours were long. And usually I'd meet Zach at the gym for an after-work workout session. I had a better body than him so he wanted the inspiration, and I enjoyed having a lifting buddy.

I'll credit Zach for his encouragement to start dating, for real. I got my first boyfriend. Connor. Not a serious relationship, but more than a hookup. He was my age and in my field. We met a gay professional networking thing and it clicked. Even if he'd done swimming in college, he wasn't a jock in the same way and REALLY was into what I had going on. And something clicked in me, I decided to lean into dating someone who wasn't exactly like me. Connor was cute, dirty blond movie star cute, and had a nice gym toned body. Total bottom and I learned to be the top he wanted to be. At least I thought I did. The one exception, sort of, was I loved sucking Connor's dick. It was long, an inch and a half longer than mine. And I was getting pretty good at it.

The only annoying thing was the bad timing. When I first started dating Connor, it was Stanley Cup finals, which was kind of high holidays in the Frat House. And Connor knew fuck all about hockey. He was a good sport, and I felt bad for getting annoyed when he asked questions. The guys in the house razzed me.

"Powers, if you want a boyfriend, you gotta chill," Alex said when Connor went for a bathroom break. Maybe because he wasn't a hockey jock, he was pretty chill about the games to begin with. But he was right.

In all, it was a great summer. Some of the team went on vacation together, renting a beach house together. I was too broke and didn't have enough vacation time saved up. The guys in the house spent a lot of time hanging out, us and our boyfriends. All of us except Kevin were dating, and even Kevin had regular luck with hookups. I was grateful our fling was behind us.

But there was definitely sexual tension. I mean, I was young and horny and living with a bunch of hot guys. They were my buds, but I was attracted to all three of them. Personality-wise, Alex was my favorite, since he treated me like a regular bro, a buddy. Physically, Charlie was incredible, a 6'5" Canadian defenseman with sea blue eyes and a pearly smile. HUGE arms, kind of out of proportion, even, to the rest of his muscled body. I think he pumped those up just for the visual effect.

And there was Kevin's raw animal magnetism. Dude had a revolving door of hot guys in and out that summer, and I could now see why.

Just at the end of summer, Connor broke up with me. "You're incredible, Brian, but there's something missing. You feel it, right?"

I did. I really liked Connor and LOVED having a boyfriend. But I wasn't in love with the guy, not even in an infatuation kind of way. What sucked is that I'm pretty sure he felt that way about me.

I licked my wounds a little, but it would be OK.

Charlie was next. Things weren't going well with the muscle pup. At least not well enough.

Maybe it was the elephant in the room, but the Sunday night of Labor Day, we were hanging around, drinking or doing edibles or whatever, and the guy talk got saucier. It came out that Kevin wasn't the only total top in the house - all the guys were.

Kevin shared that his last trick was into bondage. "Bro, that's some weird shit," he said, with a smile that said he enjoyed it, at least some.

Charlie admitted that muscle pup had started an Only Fans and that weirded him out.

Alex said he almost talked his boyfriend Steven into a DP. "I was this fucking close," he laughed as he held up two fingers a millimeter apart.

"Bucket list, right?" Charlie grinned, manspreading in his seat. I could tell from his eyes and relaxed grin that he was feeling the edible pretty well.

"It's the best guys," Kevin chimed in.

"You done one, Mulvaney?" Alex asked, incredulous.

"Three times," Kevin bragged. He looked at me pointedly, I think to get under my skin. It was kind of annoying.

I chimed in about Connor. I didn't want to share anything too personal about the guy, since I still considered him a friend, but I admitted that yeah, I loved playing into the whole jock-top thing.

"Dude, you're a big ol' bottom," Kevin chimed in.

"Am not," I objected. Pissed off. The guys all knew about me and Kev and they could put two and two together. "Just because I've tried it."

Kevin smirked and shrugged.

Alex laughed too. He got up and reached down to squeeze my shoulder. Playful, flirty. "Don't let that dickhead get to you, Bri. Another beer?"

I told myself I'd be moderating in my cutting phase lately. "Sure," I said, though.

Charlie was starting to feel his edible and called it a night. Our conversation went more normal as I sat between Kevin's and Alex's big bodies. Kevin tall and beefy, Alex even close to my height but totally jacked.

Fuck, as we sat there, I felt like a prey between two circling wolves. The conversation was normal but the eye contact was intense. At one point, Alex put his arm around me, I felt his heat and strength as he grinned and leaned in.

There, right in front of Kevin, me and my other housemate were making out. Until Alex pulled back.

"Damn. I better not get into any trouble tonight," he hissed. I had a feeling he was talking about Steven, and I guessed they didn't have an open relationship. Alex looked over to Kev. "You guys have fun, all right?"

Now it was Kevin's turn to slide over and place his arm around my shoulder, looking up at Alex who was standing up from the couch. I could see the ridge of cock in Alex's shorts and had a shiver. The dude was hung LONG for a guy his height.

"Will do, bro," Kevin said.

Once Alex had left, Kevin started turning to make the moves on me, but I placed my hand on the plate of his chest muscle to stop him.

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked. "Why did you mention I'd bottomed?"

"Dude, it would have come out anyway. Hot as you are and horny as you are."

I slid back. "Don't I get a say in this?"

Kev gave me a sly look. "Course, Bri. You're not gonna do anything you don't wanna."

"Cocky shit," I said with a laugh.

"All right, I'll cut it out," Kevin conceded. "And I'll tell the other guys to back off if you want."

I was wrapping my head around all this. "So... they're gunning for me." I felt set up. Or at least naive.

His eyes swept up and down. "Brian Powers... you know how hot you are, right?"

I blushed. But yeah, I did. And it was good to hear this douchebag admit it. "So, like, Charlie's into me, too?"

Kevin grinned. He could actually look handsome when he smiled. He pulled out his wallet and fished out two twenties. Setting them on the coffee table he said coldly. "There's a cool forty. If you go to his room now and he doesn't fuck you the bet's yours."

"Charlie's stoned as fuck," I replied.

"Doesn't matter. If he's too stoned to fuck you, that forty's still yours."

"How do you know I'd want him to?" I asked.

He picked up the bills. But didn't put them away. "So Powers... maybe I should ask. You want him to fuck you?"

I did. But I felt put on the spot. And I knew Kevin was goading me. "You fucking asshole," I hissed. This was probably the one and only time I truly meant it.

It was ten minutes later when I heard a knock at the door. Kevin peeked his head in. "Sorry man. I'll make it up to you. Promise."

"Yeah?" I asked.

He nodded. "Dinner's on me some time. And next time I play wingman, I'll let you pick."

That caught me off guard. I sat up in my bed, shirtless and enjoying the way Kev's eyes swept over my gym-toned jock body. I actually sensed there was a sincerity in addition to the game playing. "What's Matt Reynolds' deal?" Matt was on our team. Another forward, he was cute as fuck. I had the hots for him, but maybe I picked him because he was the opposite type from Kevin.

"Vers," Kev said with a smile. "Seeing a new guy, but I can feel him out."

"Cool," I said.

Kevin paused at my door. "Well..." he said.

"Come on in," I said. "Shut the door behind you."

He got a playful grin as he stepped in and started peeling off my shirt. Already I'd shucked my boxer briefs and was reaching for the lube.

****

It was four nights later when Charlie made his move. We were chilling in the living room. Alex had a date, and Kevin had a "date." I thought I'd be jealous of Kevin sleeping around, but I was relieved. The sexual chemistry was there, and deep down between the a-hole game both of us played there was real friendship. But nothing else, nothing romantic.

"So, Brian..." Charlie said. "Feel like helping a guy out?"

"Kev told you," I sighed.

"Just us, don't worry."

I looked at him with a quiet, flirty gaze. "What kind of help you need, man?"

He nodded down at his shorts. All tented up. Then he looked up at me with those sea blue eyes. "A blow job would be incredible, Brian."

I nodded and it was amazing how easy it was. Me getting on the living room floor between Charlie's built legs. Him pulling down his shorts. I don't know why I was surprised to see him go commando. But it was beautiful, beautiful cock, beautiful balls. Charlie Kenner was huge, maybe a true 9 incher and fat. This was going to be a challenge. I licked his nuts and the base of the shaft.

"Brian Powers... shit!" he hissed.

His attraction to me fueled my lust. I took him into my mouth. Just the tip, working it and wetting down. Then I did my best to take more of him. I wasn't experienced, not yet, but I was eager and I got about five inches down before I hit my limits. That was enough for Charlie.

"Oh, God, that's great. Suck me, man."

I felt his strong hand rest on me. Not pushing me but even the reminder was hot as I bobbed up and down.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum... Keep it up, man... yeah like that... oh fuck, OH FUCK!"

I nursed the dribbles and gave the head a kiss when I pulled off. I was proud as fuck.

Especially seeing that gorgeous smile as he pulled up his shorts and tucked back in. "You're the best, Powers. Fuck."

Just then we heard the front door open and I scrambled back into place on my side of the couch, trying to hide my boner.

It was Kevin back from his hookup. He wasn't in the mood for small talk, but he said hello. And when he left, Charlie looked over and gave me a wink.

****

It was against the bro code. But I sucked Charlie more often. He wasn't dickish like Kev, he seemed grateful. And we'd talk as friends after. Serious stuff, not just hockey and lifting and beer and small talk.

One night I asked him if he was interested in me for dating. He patted my leg. "Sorry, Bri... just bros, is that OK? We can stop, you know..." For a 6'5" ex-jock Charlie could be sweetly shy talking about sex sometimes.

"Nah, I'm good," I said. "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about, Powers."

We stopped for a while. It helped when the team's season started up again. Practices, new faces, a different bar for our official hang out place. I enjoyed no longer being the newbie. I was still the team star, with Charlie and Zach a close second. I flirted with guys and had sex with one. Nothing serious.

I made the mistake of meeting up with my old college buddy. Tyler. He was doing well, I was doing well. He was going to propose to his girlfriend. I congratulated him. Tyler didn't ask me if I was dating anyone. "Good seeing you, Brian," he said as we stood awkwardly in front of the downtown bar afterwards as we got ready to go our separate ways.

"Yeah," I said back.

I was feeling emotional and down. I stopped in another bar on the way home. Had too many drinks. But I was more buzzed than drunk when I got home. Charlie was in the kitchen drinking his creatine and water.

"Hey Powers," he greeted.

"Hey Charlie," I said. "What's up?"

Those sea blue eyes looked back at me. "Grindr date just flaked out on me."

"Stupid fucker," I said. My guard was down for sure.

He laughed.

"Seriously, Charlie, that guy needs his head examined. You're hot as fuck."

His expression turned more serious, more sexual. "You're drunk, Bri."

"Just a little buzzed," I said.

Charlie stepped up, kind of seductively, and wrapped his strong arm around my lower back. He was 9 inches taller than me and when he pulled me toward him, I grew rock hard.

"I'm looking for more than a blowjob tonight, Powers," he hissed.

I nodded, unable to form the words or even say OK.

The kiss was heavy. Charlie didn't have finesse but he didn't need it. He was the hunky defenseman who was gonna fuck me. His tongue slipped into my mouth and I accepted it, while my hands reached up to feel his hulky muscle underneath his polo shirt.

"Let's go to the bedroom," he hissed as he pulled back.

"I can get prepped," I said. If I was gonna douche for Kevin Mulvaney I sure as hell was gonna do the same for Charlie.

That made him grin.

There was a communal bathroom stocked with enemas, I should know cause Connor had used it before. Now I was the one getting ready to bottom. So far it had only been No Last Name Mike (3 times) and Kevin (5 times). I was apprehensive about Charlie just because that dong was so fucking thick and big. But everything about the guy pushed my buttons big time. I had to try this.

The guy's MO was the opposite of Kevin's. Fun going, smiling the whole time, licking my dick and balls before rimming me. But the prep was just as skilled. He was more vocal, asking me to tell him what felt good, and urging me to relax in his deep mellow voice.

In between fingering sessions, I got to feel up all that muscle. Charlie wasn't furry like Kevin but had some blondish chest hair that extended over his stomach. And he was hard bodied, not beefy like Kev. He seemed to enjoy me feeling up all that muscle even as he complimented me.

"You got an incredible body, Bri... so fucking nice."

"Thanks," I grinned back and we kissed. That kiss turned into an embrace, which turned into those 240 pounds rolling on top of me. Before I knew I was getting fucked. Slowly entered as Charlie leaned up and looked at me with those blue eyes. "Easy, bro... you got this. You feel so fucking good on my cock... just a little more."

He popped in. I waited for the pain. There was none. Alcohol plus a crazy sexual attraction for Charlie had me putting out for him in the biggest way. He got a huge smile and nodded. Apparently my hole was feeling great for him. He sawed more in, working deeper, opening me. Finally he bottomed out.

"I gotta thank that Grindr dude for flaking on me," he said, looking at me with a powerful sexual intensity.

"I'll thank him first," I said. This wasn't me being slutty or being Charlie's bitch, this was me enjoying gay sex with a really hot dude.

He pulled back. The reentry wasn't hard but it was deliberate and deep. Then again. This ex-jock was fucking me for real. It wasn't just the dick size. It was the angle and the motion of his hips. And Charlie's massive body on top of mine, that gorgeous face looking masculine as fuck as he drilled me. My prostate was electric, sparking sexual sensations I'd never felt. My butt nut ached, then I felt it in my balls and back at my prostate, sexual pleasure intense like I'd never felt. And each hard thrust just amped it up, exponentially.

"FUCK!" I cried, whimpering. Already my dick was cumming. Maybe spurting precum but thick white precum that was a sign I was gonna be fucked off hands free.

"Get it, Bri," he grinned, through more of his weight and power into me.

I went wild. I gripped my boner, slick with the early seepage and gave it urgent strokes. My whole body contorted and went hot and I fired out so much cum I lost track.

"Yes," Charlie growled, and I could sense his fuckthrusts get out of rhythm as he came inside me.

"WOW!" I said as I came down. Charlie had slid out of me carefully but his dong was still big and heavy and wet as he lay next to me. "What the fuck was that?" I sighed.

Charlie turned toward me. "What the fuck was what?"

I was regaining circulation in my legs and my breathing was coming back to normal. "I've never cum like that," I said. "I never knew you could cum like that."

He chuckled. "You just did, bro." He looked at me, more concerned. "We cool?"

"Yes," I assured him. "We're definitely cool. Thank you."

I got the energy to get out of bed and find my clothes. I'd have to wash up later. I barely had the energy to walk.

Still my eyes couldn't help but taken in the man's beautiful muscled body. A porn body with a porn cock.

His gaze was eating me up, too. "We can go for seconds if you like," he offered. "It takes me about a half hour to recover though."

I shook my head. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

He laughed. "All right. I'm feeling pretty damn satisfied. You're a great bottom, Brian."

It was the second time anyone had said that to me. This time, I just replied. "Thanks, man."

****

I woke up early the next morning. It was a work day, and I figured rather than lie in bed I'd get to the gym.

It was a good workout. I had a lot of aggression to work out. I enjoyed seeing my body in the mirror. I was still a hot ex-jock, and I was proud of fuck for how in shape I kept myself. So what if I liked dick?

I thought of the conversation I'd have with Charlie later, about how it was a mistake.

Only as I reracked the weights, I realized it wasn't a mistake. It was meant to happen. Charlie just showed me what turned me on sexually. I was mad at myself for being wired that way, but I knew I wanted it again, would want it again, if not with Charlie, than with some other top who could make me feel 10 percent of what Charlie Kenner made me feel last night.

I didn't see him that evening. Or the next. He was avoiding me, I think. Unlike Kevin, Charlie didn't enjoy the game playing. He'd just gotten horny.

I finally texted him. "Listen, it's cool," I wrote. "It was fun, that's all."

"Yeah, OK," was his reply.

An hour later, he knocked at me door. "Got a minute?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

He came in and shut the door. "I guess I crossed a line."

"I'm glad," I said. The prepared speech went out the window. "That was the hottest fuckin sex of my life, Kenner," I said.

"Oh." I couldn't have been the first person who had that response to Charlie, but he didn't seem to expect it from me.

"I know we're not boyfriends, but if you ever wanna again, I'll put out for you."

He grinned. "Be careful what you're offering Powers."

"I'm serious, bro," I said. "If you want me to go douche right now I'll fuckin do it."

It was sinking in. And turning him on. "Right now?" he asked, still not sure I was on the level.

"Right now. Just give the sign."

He seemed to be battling something. The bro code, maybe. "What happened to the Brian Powers I knew?" he joked.

I laughed back but just replied. "You fucked the old Brian out of existence the other night."

"That good, huh?"

I nodded. "That good."

"All right," he finally said, grinning big. "Go get ready. And meet me in my room."

I stood up, already chubbing. "Fuck yes."

He paused before opening my door. "The other guys are probably gonna know. Or find out."

"I don't care," I said.

(to be cont.)

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possesseddesiress · 2 months ago

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Skinfit

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Skinfit

My name is Tristan, I study economics in college. My dream since I was a teenager was to be part of a fraternity, to live with other guys, to form lifelong friendships, and even to be popular.

And of course, to see a lot of muscular guys, but those are other details that I discovered later. But my "average" looks and my almost null sports skills, left me completely out of the fraternities. So I could only hope for a shared room.

I was lucky to find Zachary, a very nice guy. I thought having a jock as a roommate would be chaotic, smelly and even dirty, but Zach wasn't like that.

He was pretty organized and clean, sometimes he would come in stinking of sweat and leave his clothes all over the room, but it was only when he came in tired from his workout, took a shower, picked everything up and it was like nothing had happened.

Besides, I don't complain about his scent at all... Intoxicating, penetrating, extremely masculine, and completely out of my league.

He was straight, never brought girls to the house but it was well known around campus how successful he was with girls. He was a good friend, but geez... how many times hadn't I had vivid dreams about him (that would never come true).

- Lately the light has been failing, a false contact in the bathroom light - I whispered as I took a sip from my coffee cup.

- Really? - he asked, wearing his purple compression shirt - I've hardly been home, sorry mate - he gave a sigh, though then seemed to have an idea - I know! You remember I took an electrical course, don't you? I could try to fix it, I don't think it would be that hard would it?

- Dude, really?

- Sure! I must have my tools forgotten somewhere in my room, but anything for you, buddy - he patted me on the back before going to get something from his room.

He returned shortly after. To which we both went into the bathroom.

- Are you sure you know what you're doing?

- Yes, I sometimes skipped classes in the course but I think I know the basics.

He set up a chair so he could repair the ceiling light, removed the bulb and began to move the electrical inlet carefully.

- Don't you want us to call a technician?

- Dude! Trust me, besides, we can save several dollars, trust me, look, I think I found the problem.

He placed the tip of his tool on the metal, moved it a little and at first nothing happened. Until it sparked.

The sound of electricity chilled my skin as Zach let out a choked scream, his body trembled violently without being able to break free. I swallowed nervously. I didn't know what to do, so I did the best thing I could think of: push him.

As soon as I touched it, electricity ran through my nerves as well, it was an intense pain from head to toe, but thanks to the momentum, I ended up knocking it down and cutting off the power.

Everything went dark for a second, and then I lost myself.

Soon after I opened my eyes, I felt my head hurting, my body numb and heavy. Things were blurry all around me, and everything was dark.

- Shit...

I mumbled, touching the floor, getting up with difficulty though staggering in the process. I placed my hands against the tile, feeling a strange force in my hands.

I stood up, moving darkly around the room.

- Zach? Are you...?

Before I finished the sentence, I realized something wasn't right.

My voice felt different, deep, more... masculine? My original voice wasn't high-pitched, but it wasn't this deep, I almost felt it echoed loudly every time I opened my lips.

I touched my throat, feeling a thick adam's apple. What was going on? For a moment I stopped thinking about Zach, staggered out of the room until I advanced to my own, then I saw the reflection.

- What... what the hell?

The reflection that greeted me was Zach's, mimicking my every move. For a moment I felt fear, almost panic, but then I looked at those fat pecs.

They were mine now.

I was full of muscle! I stroked my new muscles, how good my biceps felt wrapped in the tight purple fabric.

I flexed my muscles, widening my arms and enjoying how my pecs felt, even how the reliefs stuck against my T-shirt, making me let out a gasp.

Was Zach so sensitive to such an area?

It was like letting go of my senses all at once, I kneaded and squeezed my pecs hard, letting out a loud gasp. I went crazy for a while, stroking everywhere, every mound of muscle.

I reached down to my pants. Pulling the elastic to observe what was hiding inside.

- Not bad... - I smiled - I can see why you're such a hit with the ladies, dude. Just look at the size of this thing.

I sniffed with some force, which caused a wide, loud gasp that I'm sure was heard throughout the building.

I lifted my armpit to smell it, I loved the scent... And now it was mine! How many times had I dreamed of smelling it, and now it was within my complete reach! I stuck my nose again and again, filling my whole nose with sweat.

I gasped awkwardly, like a teenager with raging hormones.

I stopped touching myself for a moment to run out to Zach's room, I loved feeling my strong legs, how each footstep echoed with weight and force across the floor.

I opened the closet to start pulling out different clothes. Although there was a larger amount of t-shirts, lycra and other sportswear, so I decided to take off what was intruding between my eager hands and my dreamy body.

I weighed my fat pectorals, changed my shirt and put on a white one that was even tighter, and flexed my arms.

It was like feeling in the glory...

It had been at least five months after the change. And I couldn't be happier about it.

At first Zach, or now I should say Tristan, had a hard time getting used to the change, always complaining that he didn't want to be in that body, that he wanted to change back.

He tried again and again to recreate the accident to return us to our original bodies. But I wasn't at all interested in going back to who I was before.

I loved the way I looked now. How others were interested in me, the fact that getting anywhere, got everyone's attention. How good my body looked in tight sportswear.

And best of all: How I attracted the attention of the fraternities.

I don't understand why Zachary didn't join any of them as soon as he entered college, he was the perfect himbo to be a brother! Within mere weeks in his body, I ended up joining one of the most important and exclusive fraternities on campus.

And I loved it.

Almost every weekend there were parties, sweaty smells, and guys walking shirtless through the halls every day. It was like heaven. And best of all, no one knew that the new Zach was actually me.

Everyone was surprised for a while at how self-centered I turn out to be, how obsessed I was with my scent, or even the change from straight to gay.

Because what I loved most about this body was how guys drooled over me, I could have anyone in the palm of my hand even.

Barely five months in and I had already been with almost every guy in the frat (some "curious", some with their sexuality under wraps and some who just wanted to have a good time), I was living what as Tristan wouldn't have happened even on my best day.

Now it was Zach, full of muscles, tight clothes that left nothing to the imagination and with such an intoxicating aroma...

Anyway. I'd have a costume party in less than an hour, the good thing about being Zach now was that whatever I wore, it would look good on me.

And I could let my nerdy tastes out. All in all, I looked hot.

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sluttymark · 1 month ago

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YES FINALLY ANOTHER TOP MALE WRITER FOR INVINCIBLE, PLEASE FEED US, WE ARE VERY MUCH STARVING HERE 😭

YEAH!!! I'm starving out here trying to find a top ! male reader fic x invincible characters, I've seen a few but it's so little— I mean, bottom ! male reader fics are good enough but still...

Anyways, here's a small fic / hcs mixed together about mark and top ! male reader, pure fluff cos I'm not in the mood for anything just yet :3

To be yours, Is possible

tags: mark grayson , top!male reader , fluff x1 , sfw , fluff x2, bottom (?) mark , Top ! male reader is presented as a masculine guy with no feminine traits, multiple POVS because I'm indecisive, sorry!

AN: Mark Is portrayed as a boy who struggles to balance being a student and being Invincible! it's not entirely accurate to the comics or show, but hey, I tried my best!

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Mark was given a gift by the heavens, which was you— a man who understood his flaws and insecurities, despite him being 'Invincible' and a wonder-boy in the publics eyes, he was vastly different In private, a boy who had personal issues of his own, and his thoughts battling with one another.

He was unstable, most of the time to say the least— but you loved him either way, because; that's what boyfriends are for! you love him with your whole heart, you didn't love him just because he was invincible, you didn't love him just for fame or his powers— No, you loved him as a whole. You loved the way he melted Into your touch, the way he felt around you, it just felt— right.

Now, going back— You had your arms wrapped around him, like you were afraid he'd disappear the moment you let him go, you truly loved him so much, you could burst with how much love you had for him.

“I love you, so so much. Fuck— I wanna die like this.” You said, nuzzling into his hair; the two of you were laying on the couch in the living room, both of you in your own little worlds, with mark lazily on top of you, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck— you could feel his heart beating softly, and god— this was romantic, no; this was love right here.

“love you alot too, reader.” Was all he replied, his voice filled with exhaustion, his arms around your neck, him wearing your hoodie, with the soft hum of the fan, it all felt comforting. And after all— It was a lazy and slow day, with him taking a break from being Invincible, and It was your rest day too, being a part time tutor and a student to support both of you.

You always took care of mark, and along with that— your attentive care of his injuries whenever he returned back home from a fight, usually with broken fingers, deep cuts and broken bones; yes, he can recover easily, but the process was pain filled, and that's where you come in, always helping him through it, pain killers, cold and warm baths, and cuddling, his form of medicine.

...Now talking about your public life, with you and mark as students, you were stereotyped as a 'jock'; though you mainly correct them by saying you only do sports during your free time, not all the time of course. Football? you're good at it, soccer? somewhat good but not that good to be considered as a professional, while mark? he simply exist, he has good grades, attentive in studying, but he'd get lazy most of the time, which you have to force him to do homework when the due date is tomorrow, basically— a lazy puppy and a productive puppy.

Talking about what he loves about you, he drools over your body— and you as a whole. But the part he loves you the most? Definitely your biceps, you weren't that jacked— but somewhat that could be considered as mascular, you somehow discovered mark loved being crushed by your biceps, maybe due to the experimenting you two do, or maybe something else? either way, he loves being close to you, and physical touch was one of them— holding hands? yeah, his shoulder touching yours? most definitely, he wasn't touch starved, but he does love physical touch, as it means so much to him.

Your relationship with marks mother, Debbie? oh oh, you absolutely loved her energy! how she cooks, the way she brought you embarrassing pictures of mark, and little gossips here and there, you're basically apart of the family now, she welcomed you with open arms, she was definitely supportive with your relationship with mark.

Talking about how you found out he was Invincible... It was relatively easy, Mark can be forgetful sometimes— which meant you always did everything around the apartment you two shared, and you did discover his suit thrown away at some corner of his room, poorly hidden; though, you didn't immediately freaked out, you were suspicious whenever mark disappeared and Invincible was out there saving the city. But either way, you didn't care— he was yours and nothing could change it, he was invincible? hell yeah but he's still your pretty boy.

END

Ughh, this is the end! thank you to whoever is reading this :3 ill be answering questions slow because I'm very much busy and I'm still suffering from writer burnt out, but I'll get back on track

#> alek's answers !#invincible #mark grayson #bottom / switch mark grayson #mention of debbie #Male reader #top male reader #no fem POV #religiously top male reader POV only #Mark grayson x top male reader #mark grayson x male reader #sorry if this is bad #writer has a medium pain level headache while writing this #writer was somewhat brain fried while writing this

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onelittlespiral · 1 year ago

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I’ve been looking for a fraternity to join at my new college, but none of them have really been letting me in. The only one left seems to be full of horny jocks that are dumber than a bag of bricks. Think you could help me… fit in?

FML: In

As you laid it all out in front of your friend, your plans, your goals, your desires, he just kind of shook his head in disbelief:

“I know that I’ve only known you for a few weeks, but damn that’s disappointing.”

“What’s so wrong about wanting to pledge?” you replied, “It would just make getting connected the university so much easier. Plus, the parties are legendary.”

“No I get it,” he scowled, “but really? Pi Kappa Epsilon?”

“Listen, they weren’t my first choice either. I would have preferred a group a little less… dim.” I knew he wouldn’t leave it there.

“Dim? Dim still implies some light on upstairs. You can just call them what they are: brainless frat bros. They think with their dicks and muscle their way through academics. I can’t believe you’re asking me to use my power for this.” He began walking towards the door.

I called after, “Look, I’ve seen you do crazier shit than this. You turned the guy upstairs into a dog for a week.”

He stopped in the door frame for a minute to chuckle, “If he was going to call the RA a bitch he may as well get first hand experience.”

“Please dude.” I stared at him.

After a moment he relented, “Fine. But are you sure you want this? You want to change for this? A frat?”

“Yes. And I promise I’ll get you into any party you want!”

“Fine. Give me a bit. But remember, you asked for it.”

He returned in a bit and tossed me a necklace from across the room, “Here’s your frat solution. Wear this to your next thing with them at their house.”

You inspected it. It looked like a basic chain necklace like you had seen other guys wear around “And do what? What does it do?”

He rolled his eyes, “And do nothing. It will help you fit into the frat, I promise.”

“No magic words or anything?” I asked.

He grinned, “Oh come on, think of me as better than needing all that crap. Now put it on so you don’t lose it.”

It fits well around your neck, “I’m headed over there tonight, I think it is the last event before they drop everyone. You sure this will work?”

“Trust me,” he says, “You want in the frat? You will be in the frat.”

When you arrive at the frat house, you do feel the necklace almost pulling you inside. It feels warm against your chest as you wander around, talking with some brothers and checking in with your fellow pledges. You get a sense of magnetism from it, like the necklace is pulling the frat house around it towards you. As the party kicks into gear, you focus less on the chain and more on socializing. But whatever it’s effect, it seems to be working. Brothers and other pledges are seeming to stumble over themselves trying to talk with you. Even the pledge master gives a knowing glance and tilts his head in approval. In a little under two hours, you begin to feel more at home in the house, more comfortable in the crowd. Maybe for the first time you feel a sense of brotherhood. So it is a shock when you step into the bathroom to take a piss and take a look in the mirror.

You don’t recognize the face that stared back. You blinked in confusion, assuming you had too much to drink. But no. The stranger in the mirror stared back into your eyes, copying your every move as you tilted your head and inspected your face in awe. The trance broke as you glanced down and saw the truth. Your polo shirt stretched against your chest as two pectorals firmly pushed out, flexing with each breath. Your pants had grown tight around my quads, now a good few inches short. They hugged your ass so tightly you were surprised they hadn’t ripped. Tattoos flowed down your arms, newly ripped and well toned. You noticed for the first time the power you felt coursing through your veins. You could almost feel your skin taut against your muscles as they slowly swelled. You pulled your top off to get a better look at the action.

‘Damn I look good’ you think as you admire the new cum gutters and still developing 6-pack. You try out a few poses in the mirror, just to see the muscles move. The necklace is no joke. No way PKE would drop you now, you looked like you fit right in. But, at the same time, you figured it may be time to get the necklace off. You didn’t want to change too much, and no telling how far it would go. You go for the back of your neck and and start to fiddle with the clasp when the necklace suddenly starts to warm up.

You feel the odd magnetism is no longer subtle. It feels as though the necklace is pulling against the frat house you, drawing it’s very essence towards you. At the same time, the growth within your body stops as the necklace channels all its energy towards your head. The sudden spike hits like a migraine, as you let go of the necklace and go to hold your temples. The necklace wants to finish its work. Your senses are sharpened to a point, as you feel the heat of the bros downstairs, taste cheap beer and seltzers, hear every footstep, see every muscle and bulge, and smell 100 horny men all at once. You feel the pure energy of the fraternity pull through your body as it shapes you. Beneath the pressure, your mind buckles as false memories push their way in. Memories of watching college football on TV. Working out during the summer to become a fucking stud. Playing the field as soon as you got to college. Meeting up with some brothers to get a foot in the door. Getting called a fuckboi for the first time on Tinder. Wearing it like a badge of pride.

Your brain throbbed as the energy reshaped your memories and personality, but your balls churned as it began to adjust your libido. They ached as they swelled to the size of golf balls. Your cock was rigid at attention as you grabbed it with both meaty hands and started to pump. Your body writhed as every stroke only makes the pleasure more intense. You are soon hot with the effort. An aura of testosterone and sweat formed around you as a frat funk sets in deep: a mixture of booze, yesterday’s workout, and cheap cologne. The smell only drives you more wild, and you start to feel your brain short circuit. Your mind, consumed by pleasure, gave into the pressure and lost any remaining will to resist. The necklace pulsed in time with your throbbing cock as it buried the old you. As you reached climax, you knew there was no going back. As you shot your load across the room, a new you was released. A dumb, horny frat bro ready to pledge PKE.

And then the door behind you opened.

The pledge master, apparently worried by how long you had been in here, walked in on your afterglow as you tucked your cock back into your pants.

“Hey man, you okay?” he asked before recoiling a step. You watched as he smelled your rank funk and nearly gagged. You took a step closer.

“Yeah bro, better than ever. What about you? You look like you’re about to vomit.” you said, leaning in a bit closer. You flex your muscles and let your pit stench join the lingering cloud. You feel yourself start to harden again as he tried not to react.

“Bro, you are fucking rank. You smell like a… like a-”

“Like a frat house should?” you taunted. He had stopped recoiling and seemed now to be fighting a different urge.

“I don’t know bro, you should get- get that looked at.”

His eyes were focused on your muscles as you slowly flexed them rhythmically to the music downstairs. I felt the necklace pulling him closer as he fought the urges he is having. Fuck, you remembered that feeling, that pull towards desire. You knew how to help him out though. You grabbed the back of his head and pulled his lips to your pecs. As his lips connected with your flesh and tasted the beads of sweat that rolled down your chest, he wrapped his arms around you and began worshiping your muscles. As he kissed and licked every inch of your chest and washboard abs, he gently rubbed against your rigid cock. It wasn’t long before he was licking at the fabric separating his mouth from his prize. But as he reached for the elastic band around your waist, you grabbed his hair and pulled him up.

Your mind reveled in in the power you held in your hands and the pleasure your new frat bro could cause with his mouth. But you only had one thing left on you mind:

“I wanna be in the frat bro.” You said.

He mumbled as his mouth still searched for your flesh, “Yeah man, sure thing. I’ll make it happen. You can be a frat bro. Just please let me suck on your-“

“No,” you boomed. You pulled him out of the bathroom and into the nearest bedroom, locking the door behind you. You grabbed his ass as he grew limp in your hands, “I want to be in the frat bro.” You slip your hand beneath his gym shorts and begin slowly finger fucking his tight, straight hole.

He understood his place as he slipped off his shorts and underwear, leaving his cheeks on full display.

He moaned like he was in heat, “Yeah bro. Please. I would be so honored.”

You bent him over and spat in his quivering hole before you pressed your cock against him. You didn’t wait for him to relax as you slammed your cock as deep as you could and watched him yelp in surprise. As you slowly sped up and heard him start to moan, you felt the necklace once again start to warm against my chest as its power flowed through your cock and into the bro beneath you. He too began to sweat with the funk of the frat as was remade in its image under your guidance. He was going to become just as unified with PKE as you were.

#musk #straight to gay #jockification #frat bro #jock tf #dumber tf #frat tf #male transformation #reality change #fml

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hiiikiko · 6 months ago

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𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖜𝖊𝖇

[6: nerds and jocks]

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tlou m.list | series m.list

spider-man!ellie x reader

synopsis: guess who’s back?! wait…. actually.. god no

“Ellie, I already told you to fuck of—.”

“Who’s Ellie?”

Mother fucking hell.

“Abby, what the hell are you doing here,” you furrow your brows and pinch your nose bridge, not in any mood to deal with her.

“That anyway to greet your favourite ex?” she teases, putting her hands up in mock surrender.

“Seriously, just tell me.”

Abby smirks, “Can I come inside first?”

You knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer so you reluctantly make room for her to enter.

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ELLIE’S POV:

What the fuck was she doing with Abby? Why was Abby at her fucking door?! Actually, what am I doing here?? Why did I think I even stood a chance with her, of course, she’d choose that stupid fucking rich jock.. Ugh, I’m such a fucking loser..

Ellie scoffs as she gazes at your apartment from the building across yours, I can’t watch this bullshit anymore, I should get going.

Ellie swings off the roof and heads back to her place, muttering to herself, “Can’t believe I was going to tell her about this stupid power.”

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She smiles and sits down on your couch, “Came here to ask if you’d go to that Winter Ball thing with me.”

You had totally forgotten all about the Snowflake Ball, a shitty fundraiser banquet hosted by Abby’s parents along with the rest of the city council.. you had gone every year since you were about 12.

“Shit, totally forgot about that,” you groan, “but the answer is no,” you lead her to the door, gesturing for her to leave which she comply with.

Abby narrows her brows at you, “What do you mean no?”

“I mean no as in I’m not going,” you begin to shut the door.

Abby puts her hand on the door, “What do you mean you’re not going.”

You groan, “I mean that my presence will not exist in that vicinity.”

She rolls her eyes, “Well, I knew what you meant but—.”

“Good night, Abby,” you smile a sickeningly sweet smile and shut the door.

You felt a little bad about being so blunt but, come on, there’s no way Abby would’ve taken a hint.

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The next day, you woke up with a headache, there was no way that you could make it through today without a coffee, especially since you woke up to a flurry of messages from Abby and… your father… that can wait till later, right? Coffee first.

You head across the street and grab a quick drink then hail a cab, today you had a photoshoot… with Ellie… that is if she didn’t cancel again.

You sigh and lean your head against the window, watching the towering buildings pass by, hoping to catch a flicker of red and blue.

“Finally, you’re here,” Markus, your stylist and designer, cries dramatically as you enter his studio, his voice almost too high for your headache, “God, you look like hell.. well, I suppose nothing a little concealer and blush can’t fix.”

“Good morning to you too, Marky,” you roll your eyes and toss your scarf and sweater off, taking a seat on a nearby chair while the makeup artist Andy prepped his tools, “So, what kind of shoot are we doing this morning?”

Markus beams widely, “I’m going for uptown girl but if she were a downtown girl with a hint of espresso and some indie undertones but not leaving out a hint of city pop.”

Wow.

You just smile and nod, something you had grown used to.

“So… just Andy, Leoné (the photographer), you, and me today?” you quirk your brow as Andy begins to apply concealer to your dark circles.

“Yeah..” well, shit, “oh, but that scrawny white girl is coming to, uh, Ellen?” he says as he flips through his look book.

You try to suppress an ‘oh’ expression so you just nod, “Ellie, you mean.”

“Whatever, Ellen sounds better anyway.”

You roll your eyes and laugh a bit.

As soon as you’re done being prepped, Markus practically shoves an outfit into your chest and throws you into a closet to get changed, warning you over and over to not ‘force’ anything.

The dress fits, just needing a few alterations which Markus quickly fixes with a few clothes pins and stitches.

“Perfect,” he claps and shoos you off to the set which is the next room over, he decided to use the brick wall of the old building and a simple stool.. you didn’t really understand what he was going for but I mean, as long as you got paid, right?

Leoné greets you as you come into his cameras view, “Hello, Y/n.”

“Leo,” you smile and take a seat on the stool as Markus adjusts your hair and the way the dress falls around you.

Your eyes dart past Leo and land on ‘Ellen,’ who’s fiddling with the lights and making sure everything is plugged in.

You try your best to stay mad at her, not wanting to forget how she had made you feel like shit last night and how she seemingly likes to play with your feelings.. but it was hard when she looked so adorable clumsily messing with the camera lenses, her hands a little shaky under Leoné’s critical eye.

You giggle softly and rest your chin in the palm of your hand, tilting your head a bit to show more of your neck and the dresses straps while your hair fell to the side.

“Good, good,” Leo yelled, using his hands for emphasis as he snapped picture after picture of you, directing you with his sharp words and gestures.

You could feel Ellie’s eyes locked on you, you couldn’t tell if it was because you were the subject of today’s shoot or something else..

After the shoot, you’re allowed to change back into your clothes. You walk over to Markus and thank him again for giving you this shoot.

Making your way out of the studio is such a relief, the studio was hot from the lights and equipment. Before hailing a taxi, you just lean against the brick wall of the building and take a few deep breaths.

“Hey,” Ellie says softly.

Your eyes snap open and you look up to Ellie who’s leaning against the railing of the stairs, her eyes fixated on your form below her.

“Hi,” you mutter and push yourself off the wall and make your way to the edge of the sidewalk, clearing your throat to hail a taxi.

Ellie scoffs and follows you, “So, you and Abby back together?”

“What?” you furrow your brows and look back.

“You heard me, are you and Anderson back together?” she crosses her arms and looks at you, though it seems she’s staring right through you and into your soul, making you feel a little uneasy and shift your feet.

“What the hell? No, of course not,” you scoff.

“So what was she doing at your apartment last night?”

“H-How did you know she came over?” your eyes widen a bit.

“I-I saw her go into the building when I was leaving.”

Bullshit.

You scoff, “You’re such a shitty liar!”

Ellie’s eyes widen, she actually thinks that maybe you’re the one with spidey sense for a second, “What? No, I’m not! I’m a great liar!”

You fold your arms, giving a look that screamed ‘really?’

She quickly pushes her glasses back up her nose bridge, a nervous tic you think, “I-I mean, I’d be a great liar.. if i were one, that is..”

You can’t help but laugh a bit but quickly resume your angry expression.

“Are you stalking me, or something?”

“What? No, of course not, I’d never do something like that.”

“I don’t believe you,” you scoff and make your way back to the street.

“Why not!”

You spin on your heel, “I don’t know, maybe because you somehow know my place of work? Know who comes over to my place? Somehow show up wherever I’m at? Need I say more?”

“I-I.. I can explain..” she sighs defeatedly.

“Do tell.”

Then her phone rings, “C-Can I tell you later? I gotta take this.”

You sigh, “Whatever.”

She gives you a sorry look and quickly runs to her truck, disappearing into the sea of cars.

“I can’t stand her,” you scoff.

Maybe going to the ball with Abby wasn’t such a bad idea.. I mean, at least Abby had some rep.. even if she could be such a boneheaded jock.. and so what if you like Ellie, she’s kind of nerdy.. and sweet… and a complete fucking idiot.

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ELLIE’S POV:

“Fuckin’ Jesse!” she mutters as she turns the key in the ignition, “Why did he have to call now of all times, it better be fuckin’ urgent.”

Ellie tried to play it off but there was something in the pit of her stomach telling her that something was gravely wrong..

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tamzzz69 · 4 months ago

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Switched Up

Max Parker had always been the nerdy kid—the one who spent his time coding, reading comics, and staying out of the way of guys like Jake Walker, the star quarterback. Jake, on the other hand, was the definition of a high school jock—muscular, confident, and a little too cocky for his own good.

But everything changed when they woke up in the wrong bodies.

Max jolted upright, feeling strangely… powerful. His reflection in the mirror made his jaw drop. He was in Asher Angel’s body—tall, athletic, and famous. His once scrawny frame was gone, replaced by defined muscles and a face people actually recognized.

“This is insane,” Max whispered, flexing his biceps. “I look like a superhero.”

Jake, meanwhile, was having the opposite reaction. He groaned, pushing himself up and immediately feeling… weaker? He looked down at his arms—lean, toned, but nowhere near the bulk he was used to. His reflection showed Avi Angel’s face staring back at him.

“Oh, hell no,” Jake muttered, scowling. “What kind of prank is this?”

They didn’t know what had happened or how, but they both had the same instinct—to find the other and fix this mess.

When they met up, things got confusing fast.

Max, still marveling at his new body, recognized Jake instantly—but he wasn’t expecting what came next.

“Avi?” Max asked, blinking.

Jake’s eyes narrowed. “Asher?”

Max sighed in relief. “Oh, good, it’s actually you, Avi.”

Jake crossed his arms. “Wait… you’re not Asher?”

Max shook his head. “No, dude, it’s me, Max! You’re not really Avi, are you?”

Jake groaned. “Oh, great. This just got even weirder.”

Both boys realized the truth—they were stuck in celebrity bodies, and no one else seemed to notice. While Max was geeking out over his newfound fame and strength, Jake was struggling to accept his leaner build.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” Jake grumbled, “but I actually miss my real body.”

Max grinned, flexing again. “Yeah, well… I don’t.”

#malebodyswap #male takeover #male model #male physique #hot male #malebodypossesion #male body transformation

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avelera · 6 months ago

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Can we hear your thoughts on Jayce’s and Viktor’s intelligence? I can’t help but feel like Jayce is often…dumbed down. Which feels insulting to the both of them.

Rarrrr.... I should be doing other things... but this is a rage button issue for me... so....

Jayce is just as smart as Viktor.

The reason he doesn't come across as just as smart has multiple elements:

1 ) Arcane S1 in particular does a lot of sleight of hand to set up Jayce as facing down a corruption arc where he's tempted by fame and power. They achieve this in multiple ways. On an emotional level, they often zoom out for his more tender lines and zoom in when he says something dumb or unfortunate.

Intellectually, they tend to show things like his chalkboard after the fact, when he's not at it, but they show things like Viktor actively working in the lab quite a lot. Basically, we see Viktor doing a lot more active science stuff while he's doing it, but with Jayce we tend to see the effects of the science stuff he's already done, like presenting prototypes that are already made, him holding hexgems that are already created, showing equations and notes of his that are already complete instead of showing him making them.

Overall, this creates a visual impression that Jayce is the dumber of the two, because we see him doing less actively, but if you pay attention he's doing at least as much science as Viktor regularly, it's just more off-screen.

2 ) Viktor wouldn't partner with someone who's not as smart as him.

Viktor reroutes his entire life to work with Jayce after reading his notes on Hextech. It's insulting to Viktor's intelligence to think he would "lower himself" to working with Jayce. Jayce is his equal, his partner, they compliment each other and both accomplish things the other couldn't.

For my money, Viktor is the more out-of-the-box thinker, Jayce comes from a family of tool makers and he tends to think in straight lines, most of his innovations are direct results of the spells he saw his Mage do, like weightlessness and transportation, while Viktor tends to come up with things like the Hexclaw and the Hexcore.

But both are also craftsmen and tinkerers, and it was Jayce's idea originally to do magic with technology, Viktor is working with him to innovate on that vision.

3 ) Jayce is a better public speaker and he's physically attractive and muscular, in a way that makes people underestimate his intelligence. It is very common for people who are good at speaking, people who are of above average attractiveness and, god forbid, people who keep an exercise routine to be seen as less smart even though those things have nothing to do with one another. Because Jayce is seen as the "face" of Hextech it's assumed that he's the lesser intellectual partner, when the truth is, it's just a division of labor. Viktor is terrible at public speaking and doesn't like doing it, Jayce is charismatic so he does it.

He's not a gym jock, his muscles come from the forge where he makes absolutely mind-bogglingly advanced items like Caitlyn's sniper rifle and his own hammer, the guy is basically making Hadron Colliders over an anvil. But because people tend to judge based on appearances, people tend to think he's dumb.

4 ) Jayce thinks in straight lines. He's incredibly direct. The reason he agrees to raid the Shimmer Factory with Vi is because he's sick of politics and he's sick of the corruption, and he wants to just deal with a problem directly. That's why he and Vi bring out the worst in each other, because they both think like that, and straight lines aren't always the best way to tackle a difficult problem, but Jayce is a scientist, he's used to seeing a problem and just fucking solving it.

The problem is, that doesn't work for all problems. He's incredibly smart as an engineer, literally Ambessa can't even find a scientist in Piltover as good as him and Viktor, but he's not widely read. He's not a politician or a diplomat or a social scientist. This also lends to the perception that he's dumb but you'll notice, Viktor is never put in a position to make decisions like that, Mel is never put in lab to solve a scientific equation, and in general, most characters aren't put in a position where they have to perform at the top of more than one field in the way Jayce is, so yeah, Jayce ends up looking dumb because he has to handle being the leader of a city when he spent his life working on Hextech and promoting Hextech. Of course he's not going to be perfect.

But that's also another case of sleight of hand, we see Jayce failing at more things because we see him thrown in a position to impact more things. A lot of characters maintain their image of being smarter or more skilled than him because they're not asked to work outside their range of skills nearly so often.

#jayce talis #arcane #arcane meta #i'm tired and rush so might have missed some things but seriously LEAVE HIM ALONE #he's VERY VERY SMART #and ffs stop calling him a himbo he's one of the smartest characters in the show #i freaking hate the himbo allegation for him

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Uhhhh hihi I think we might be working on a similar project with the PEL 🫣 I’ve been kind of starting to think about it and started working on it as a side project and spiraled into a rabbit hole of finding out everything about the major sports leagues in the US. I think that it’s fun though and I’d love to hear/talk more abt how you’re fixing the exy (tbh kinda valid I have so many questions for Nora regarding her thought process)

Personally, regarding the Major Leagues teams though I decided they would be kind of like the what the AHL is to the NHL, like a pro league, but one level lower for rookies and starters and kind of where the higher pros will sometimes get their reserves or new players from

YESSSSS EXCELLENT let's all fix the PEL!!!! Thank u for asking and giving me an excuse to absolutely infodump the fuck outta this project. I'll worry about whatever the fuck the NCAA playoff format is later for now I have a few main goals for this particular project. In order:

1. Establish Where Exactly the PEL teams are. Probably gonna do some research and pull whatever named Pro Exy teams there are, then compare some maps from different US sports (NFL/MLB/MLS, mostly) to see what kinda overlap there is and which outliers i wanna pull

2. Fixing The Damn Branding. Why do so many teams have silly ass names. Why cant we have something cool and state related like Every Other League. Probably wont get too deep into that but will at least fix/add names and color schemes.

Ive got New York (cause I think the perfect court boys would be required by their deal to play near Moriyama home base for a sec), Philadelphia (cause I decided thats where I wanted Andrew and Neil and probably Kevin to play together, for whatever reason) and Seattle (cause I live there), plus a little bit of Portland (That's @night-faye 's baby but i AM stealing it because its very good) and an even littler bit of San Fran/Bay Area (cause thats where I put Jean and Jeremy) figured out, but so far thats it. I can and will elaborate on that branding if asked I had so much fun with it.

3. THEN we figure out the major league. I dont know enough about hockey to really grasp the difference between NHL and AHL, but im sorta treating it like AAA baseball or 2nd teams in soccer, where its sorta. Feeder leagues. Where they scout and store players for the main team. Maybe even work in a sorta academy function like soccer has. And sometimes you play there for awhile before youre called up and sometimes you go straight to the pros. Ive already got Washington's figured out (cause I live here and such. Even got their class 1 and class 2 ncaa teams picked out fjdjdjdj) but everywhere else is gonna take work and research.

So thats kinda. Where im at. This sits next to a couple other aftg projects including my F1 au so idk how long it'll take to work out but im gonna DO IT.

#using my jock powers for good #and by good i mean different sport aus and fixing the PEL #Boston is also on my list cause i put Andrew there while Neil's in New York #thank u for asking i have been ruminating on this For Awhile #also god bless it being a co-ed sport i only have to come up with one pro team per spot #aftg #exy #pro exy league #pel #those are probably baren tags but maybe it'll help me organize #pel refurbishment #yeah there we go #maybe i make little profiles for different teams as i finish them #i could do a little test run for Seattle since its the most Complete #I could also put Atlanta on the list cause thats tentatively where I have Matt playing but im still sorta shopping around on that one #let me live

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catsushinyakajima · 1 month ago

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Asterika's Spring Sem fic recs!

The Promise by drschnz | 67.6k | College AU | Summer Vacation

Gets into Keith's anxiety and paranoia soooo well. You see how his problems cause problems and how his fears and actions are percieved by others and atdghdhdd. Beach house fic on top. Sooo much build up with such a satisfying confrontation. Loved it.

Bang by vanitashaze | 18.9k | Smut | Autism/ADHD

Holy shit you guys. First off, the author has the funniest language ever, they write totally the way Lance would think. Second off, this fic addresses ideas like consent, body image, capabilities of enforcing boundaries, and self-respect so well! This is fully a smut, but it's a very autistic smut (smut between autistic people, focuses more of the autism). So fucking realistic and good.

Part Time Soulmate, Full Time Problem by StillKicking/@still--kicking | 54.8k+ | Soulmate AU | Canon-Compliant

THIS FIC IS SO ARGHH! Soulmate au with both POVs?? Sign me tf up. Love seeing how they affect each other and how they think the other perceives them (only to be dead wrong). There is sooo much teamwork in this (CUZ THEY MAKE A GOOD TEAM AND THE AUTHOR KNOWS IT). This fic is beyond beautiful and I'm so excited to see where it goes.

Walk With Me by bluemantics/@bluemantics | 15.7k+ (2/3) | Post-Canon | Mutual Pining

Post canon Klance...dumbasses Klance...WHAT MORE CAN I SAY? These folks got their baggage they refuse to talk about and a bunch of unsaid romance and background adashi im dead. im dead. Im on the floor.THEY JUST GET EACH OTHER!!

love me to my bones (all this time) by ShatterinSeconds/@shatterinseconds | 8k | Post-Canon | Ace!Keith

So any ace fic at all deserves to be put in the hall of fame, but an ace fic from the allosexual POV? AUGH! It's so indulgent to see Lance talk about Keith so respectfully and love him and try his best. And he's never giving up anything to stay with Keith. Also they're dumbasses.

Grin and Bear It by loadingboy/@loadingboy | 192k+ | Brainwashing | Heavy Angst with an eventual comfort

So no list of mine is complete without a fic that induces psychological warfare on the mind. you guys. I read 10 chaps of this fic in four hours. That's how into it I got. I got sooo much tension reading this. Zack is the king of pacing a story. You always recieve snippets of information, but never the full picture, and I ALWAYS WANT MOREEEE. The parts that hurt hurt soo much and the parts that are normal somehow hurt too! I'm not a very emotional reader, but if you are, you will cry reading this EL O EL

vicodin on sunday nights by lykak | 118k | High school AU | Homophobia

You guys. This is the real enemies to lovers. Like! ARGH, Lance has sooo many issues it's not even funny and Keith's existence hurts him it's not even a rival thing. And somehow something beautiful blossoms out of it. Lots of fights, realizations, bonds being made, so much! Truly shows the ups and downs of a closeted high school jock.

been living in a lonesome galaxy by Katranga | 25.1k+ (4/5) | College AU | Friends with Benefits

If someone tells you I have over twenty rereads of this fic no I fucking don't definitely not! Ha! Haha...but fr. This is one of my FAV college aus. First off: Love autistic keith. LOVE HIM. Love Keith and Lance being good for each other. Every interaction with them is so cute. Indescribably so. And Keith, this guy is navigating through so many life issues! People do him dirty smh. I LOVE THIS FIC!!

kick at the darkness by ilgaksu | 61.2k | Dirty Dancing AU | 1960s US issues

I fucking love learning things from a fic. Actual educational fic. Love an author who knows things, so much things, to the point that the fic is deadly accurate. Also, the prose is insane. Beautiful. This fic deals with real life issues during the 1960s in US. We see issues with money, power, race, gender, sexuality, etc. It's all explored. Also...dirty dancing au!

I'd Love to See Me From Your Point of View (For All of My Pretty and All of My Ugly, Too) by mothmanavenue/@mothmanavenue | 5.9k | Fluff | Pining

So much fucking pining. Lance is so down bad. Almost as down bad as I am for this fic. God, they're so cute. They're so couple-y. We really see how Keith makes Lance feel cared for. Ykw, I'm actually about to go reread this NOW. PEACE YALL.

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midnightshindig · 3 months ago

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Ahhhhhhhh why are you so good at embodying the characters when you write??! (Teach me👀)

This has been on my mind for awhile, but Mark x platonic ride or die bestie headcanons. I just feel bad for him yknow? Home boy/girl/babe is ready to rock the next enemy’s ****shit**** if they make things a smidge stressful for him or his loved ones. But is also simultaneously very considerate/sweet in their own dumpster-fire way. No matter what dimension, what decision, what future, they’re there because they care. Oh imagine them being like an older sibling figure to Oliver or later on Uncle/Aunt figure for Tara!

Thank you for your time - hope you’re doing well 🫡✨

Mark & Bestie!Reader

Okay so here's where I tell you all my shameful secret:

I had one of those etsy accounts where you pay to get a letter from a fictional character in middle school...

I made like over a thousand dollars with it before deactivating it for school reasons. and that's how I'm so well versed in getting into character. Is I used to get paid to do it.

My one tip is to-- obviously-- understand the character. But not from their perspective, from YOUR perspective. You have to get it and find a way to be them that is still you or else it's too unnatural and you feel cringe

ALSO IDK WHAT THE FUCK A TARA IS BUT I WILL SMITE YOU. Please no comic spoilers <3 (/nm)

anyways hcs under the cut!

Mark was a pretty feeble dude in high school pre-powers

and William-- as a scrawny gay kid-- can only protect him from so much

Which is why when you-- tall ass feisty ass chomping-at-the-bit Y/n-- came into his life, you clicked instantly

It was a classic case of Muscle and brain

except you were both Mark's protector AND his geography tutor

sooo.... idk what Mark really brings to the table

I'm kidding I'm kidding!

you and Mark are absolute homies and you're so happy to have met him

....

especially when he GETS SUPERPOWERS???

All those years of you beating down cruel jocks and trash talking snobby snoots have finally paid off

because now this 18-year-old dweeb owes you like basically a lifetime of free flights to wherever

ohhhh and you abuse this power SO much it's not even funny

"Mark, I feel like Pizza-"

"Oh no..."

"In Italy!"

"This is the fourth time this month!"

"Chop chop, super boy."

Not to say you're using him, though

you're still the same gung ho supportive riot you've always been

When Cecil is getting in Mark's space and business, you're the first person up from your chair to bark at him to

"SHUT THE FUCK UP"

Like "Mark dude I really don't like you taking orders from some politician snob. He's bad news."

and he'd come to an "I told you so moment" with you in a few years.

But you never hold it against him.

Mostly.

You're also one of the only people who Mark listens to when he's wrong

"I'm not leaving Eve!"

and you fucking kick in the door like

"Mark- your eight year old brother is out there ALONE and DEFENSLESS against MURDEROUS YOUS. Debbie is who knows where and if you don't take the fight to them, they're going to bring the fight to you with my head on a stick." You jostle him and shove him by the shoulders

Mark, frazzled and annoyed "no! I'm not leaving her-"

"Shut the FUCK UP." You stop, holding him sternly "Eve is going to HATE YOU for this. Get the fuck out there and let me handle things here." your face softens "I'll make sure these pigs don't touch her."

Powerless though you are, this brings him enough comfort to agree to go back to fighting

Eve can't thank you enough for this when she wakes up weeks later

Mark has a lot of power imbalance issues

it's good that he has someone so staunchly opposed to him who loves him so much

but you're not here to corral Mark into what YOU want him to do

for example

"Y/n, I don't know what to do, Cecil won't stop using D.A Sinclair and Darkwing- but they're murderers! How can he expect me to just work with them?!"

You took a long sip of your sweet tea, perched comfortably on your gaming chair

"I mean, I don't know, Mark. They seem under a tight leash, and doesn't everyone deserve a chance to make up for what they did?"

"Ugh- not murderers. Not guys like that." Mark is conflicted, folding his arms

You spin in your chair casually "I think you're dead wrong, but if you want to storm the capital and fuck up Sinclair yourself, I'll back you."

Mark nods in appreciation, his soles hitting the ground when he didn't even realize he was floating

"Thanks, Y/n.... I appreciate that."

"You know it, man. I'll overthrow a government for you any day. Your powers, my smarts-"

"Yyyyyou have a C in physics-"

"Ah ah aH! HONORS Physics. For second years. In college. and I'm what?" Mark opened his mouth to answer before you cut him off "I'm a first year! So blah blah blah YOUR superpowers and MY smarts." You took another drink of sweet tea "We got this."

You're the only person Mark really trusts to babysit Oliver

Since you're the only person Oliver is too scared to disobey

like not that you beat the kid or anything

you're just intimidating

He sees how you boss around his older brother- his whole WORLD- and he's like... damn gotta get in my pjs and brush my teeth before 8 ig

But you're pretty lax with him

"Hey Oliver, wanna go to the skatepark tonight?"

He's like bouncing on his toes all excited "yeah!!"

"Okayyyy but you gotta eat your peas and fly me there"

so he eats his peas and you get the hilarious visual of an eight year old holding your hands as you dangle helplessly in the air

he's literally too little to hold you any other way lmao

Mark never knowssss

Oliver is in bed by the time anyone gets home

and you're on the couch flipping through and prank calling every telepalm reader in their yellow pages

"Oh hey, you're home!" with a big, mischievous ass grin

and then Mark joins you on the couch and prank calls hella telepalm readers with you

You help him not lose his teenage boy-ness

and he needs that

so desperately

#invincible #invincible season 3 #invincible show #invincible fanfic #invincible spoilers #invincible x reader #invincible oliver #reader insert #invincible mark grayson #mark grayson invincible #mark grayson #mark grayson & reader #oliver invincible

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Cold, Shiny, Hard Plastic - Part 2

Steve's mouth gets him in trouble, but also earns him a new friend. Also on AO3 [here] Parts: 1 / 2 / 3

When Steve passes by Billy’s car the next day, he’s leaning against it, a group of girls around him trying their best to get his undivided attention. Steve’s about to roll his eyes at the sight but then notices the ends of Billy’s hair are suddenly looking a lot softer than they did the day before. He stifles a grin.

“Morning Hargrove, finally discover conditioner?” he teases as he walks past. The group of girls standing around Billy giggle a little and he scowls.

“Fuck you, Steve!” Billy spits.

“Only in your wet dreams, Hargrove,” Steve retorts. “And that’s King Steve to you.”

Steve honestly thinks he would cringe so hard his soul would leave his body if anyone whose opinion actually meant something to him called him that. Something about the idea of having a bunch of bravado filled, ego driven idiots like Billy, Tommy and their friends address him as such seems too good to pass up though. It kind of gives him a bit of a power trip if he’s being honest.

Word seems to have spread about the scene in the gym and the lunch hall the day before. Steve can feel people’s eyes on him as he walks to his locker.

They’re curious, like people don’t know what to make of him yet, whether he’s cool again or just like any other social outcast who happens to be good at running their mouth. That’s fine, for once Steve doesn’t care if he proves himself or not, just the catharsis of being able to say exactly what he thinks of the people who annoy him is enough. It felt so freeing to just let it out.

Steve supposes he should probably start preparing himself in case words ever turn into physical altercations if he’s going to keep up this new attitude. At some point, people are bound to get used to his cutting remarks and be less impacted by them. The ones who think with their fists might be a challenge as soon as the surprise factor wears off as they also tend to have the most fragile tempers.

With his nail bat, Steve is a pretty formidable fighter, but he can’t exactly carry that around in public. Also, as much as people like Billy Hargrove infuriate him, he doesn’t want to kill or maim anyone, it’s just fun destroying their overly inflated self-importance a little. He decides to look for self-defense classes or something soon, just in case.

“Hey, trumpet girl! Where are the rest of your band nerds today?” A voice calls somewhere behind Steve as he reaches his locker.

He peers over his shoulder as subtly as possible to see what’s happening and notices a girl he thinks he shares a history class with. She’s holding a stack of books and is cursing under her breath as two jocks approach her. Steve doesn’t remember their first names because they’re not in his grade and not on the swim team, but he knows of them and has heard them referred to by their surnames in the past.

They almost look like carbon copies of each other with pretty much the same height, same build and same shade of brunette hair, but there are some differences. The one guy, Sweeney, has blue eyes, slightly longer hair and a blank look on his face, like there’s nothing but tumbleweed drifting through his brain at all times. His friend, Kelly – if Steve remembers correctly – has short hair, brown eyes and seems a little more switched on, but that’s only if Steve’s being extremely generous.

They go to a lot of the same parties as Steve, and he’s heard some rumors about them from people who run in the same circles. He’s also overheard his mom gossiping about their parents to the ladies she does brunch with. The rumors are ones they probably wouldn’t want to get out, but whether they will or not remains to be seen.

“I don’t know, have you tried checking in your mom’s bed?” the girl retorts. Steve barely holds back a laugh.

“You really messed up turning my friend here down, Bucky,” Kelly says, gesturing at Sweeney, who is leaning on his shoulder.

“First of all, it’s Buckley, but it’s not like I expected you to have listening comprehension skills,” she answers with a sneer, like they’re both nothing but a bad smell lingering under her nose. “Second, would it kill you guys to use someone’s first name occasionally? it’s Robin, by the way,” she points out. “I know we’ve been in the same grade for years now, but I thought I’d help you out since you don’t have the best attention spans.”

“Okay then, Robin. It doesn’t matter what your name is, you’re gonna regret saying no to a date with my buddy Sweeney,” he reiterates. “You’re a loser and he’s at the top of the social ladder, you’re not gonna get an opportunity like this again.”

“Oh no! how will I ever go on? I can’t believe I messed up my one opportunity to go on a date with a guy who smells like an old sweaty sock and doesn’t know how to read!” She puts on an overly dramatic, woeful voice as she says it. “What will I ever do now I no longer have a future as Mrs. Robin Sweeney? I was so looking forward to washing his jockstraps for him while he sits on his ass and asks me what's for dinner.”

Steve can’t help the smile that takes over his face. He’s been sitting in front of Buckley in history class since the start of term and he never realised she was funny. Maybe he should try talking to her next time.

Thinking she’s got the situation handled, Steve turns back to open his locker. However, the next sound he hears is the loud smack of a hand coming down on top of her pile of books followed by scattering and sliding noises as they drop to the floor. He whips around to face them, no longer trying to hide that he’s watching as they’ve now drawn the attention of a number of curious onlookers.

Steve’s finally able to fully see Robin’s exasperated and slightly anxious expression. For a moment, his brain dredges up the memory Barbara Holland sitting by the side of his pool and looking at him and his friends as if they would hunt her down like prey if she made the wrong move. He hates that he didn’t do anything to make Barb feel more included then, and part of him will always carry guilt about the way things ended. So, he’s not about to let another nerdy girl feel isolated now.

"Hey, you’re name’s Sweeney, right?” Steve asks, stepping forward to insert himself into the conversation.

Robin watches him with wide, nervous eyes, like she’s afraid he’s come to join forces with the two meatheads harassing her. He tries his best not to look in her direction, hoping she’ll realise his vicious smile is not directed at her.

“Yeah,” Sweeney says, his signature confused expression written across his face. “What did you want, Harrington?”

“Nothing really,” Steve replies, feigning nonchalance. “I just was wondering if you were the same Sweeney who has a micropenis according to the rumors. What’s that like, dude? Can’t imagine it’s easy finding a girl who won’t laugh at you as soon as you take off your pants. Maybe that’s why you need your little buddy here to play wingman and avenger for you.”

Sweeney’s face pales and he attempts to stutter out a defensive response, giving entirely too much away about the validity of the rumors with his inability to form a rebuttal. Robin makes a sound halfway between a laugh, a snort and a choking noise.

“Wow, what a catch,” she comments.

“That’s not fucking true!” Kelly pipes up. “It was JUST a rumor started by some ugly chick who was butthurt he didn’t want to sleep with her.”

“Why are you running defense so strongly, Kelly?” Steve questions. “It’s almost as if you owe him for some reason. Weird. You know, I kind of remember hearing something about-”

“Don’t,” Kelly grits out, his eyes both furious and frightened.

“Maybe I won’t,” Steve says. “But only if you both fuck off out of here and don’t bother Robin again. You got it?” They both nod. “Good. Now run along. You’ve got classes to fail.”

The bell rings as if on cue and the jocks scamper off down the hallway. As soon as they’re out of sight, Steve shifts to his knees to start helping Robin gather her scattered books and papers. As he reaches out to pick up a particular notebook that’s open and face down, Robin seems to instantly go into panic.

“Wait! Not that-” Robin drops to the floor to reach for Steve’s arm. It’s too little, too late, he’s already turned it to reveal two pages full of hearts. Most of them have ‘RB & TT’ written in the middle, but there’s one particularly big heart in the middle of the right page with ‘Tammy Thompson’ written in a delicate, looping cursive that leaves absolutely no room for interpretation. “-one.”

Robin looks positively shell shocked, like her whole world is coming down in flames around her. Steve knows how it must look to her. He used to be top dog within the popular crowd. He’s captain of a sports team, goes to parties and generally steers clear of any activities that are thought to be for nerds. In Robin’s mind, he’s not much different from Kelly and Sweeney. She must be terrified that he’s about to hurt her or do some other fucked up shit.

“Don’t freak out. It’s okay, I’m cool,” he says quietly, so only Robin can hear. He quickly snaps the notebook shut before anyone else can catch a glimpse of the incriminating pages. Robin doesn’t seem to react, a horrified look still on her face as her breath comes out a bit too quick for comfort.

Upon inspecting the surroundings, Steve notes that the hallway is now considerably emptier, but there are still a few stragglers hanging around. He makes an executive decision to finish collecting Robin’s belongings and move the conversation somewhere quieter. He rises to his feet and motions for Robin to follow him. She seems reluctant at first but eventually goes along with it and follows him to the nearest empty classroom.

As soon as the door shuts behind Robin, she backs up into it and slides to the floor.

“Look, if you’re going to bribe me for your silence, you should probably know I’m broke and there’s not much I have that I think you’d be interested in.”

Steve sighs and sets Robin’s books down on the nearest desk before moving to sit on the floor opposite her.

“I’m not going to bribe you,” he promises. “I just have to ask or it’s going to bug me for the rest of the year...” he takes a deep breath and levels her with a critical look. “Tammy Thompson? Really? Of all the girls in this school – or shit, even just our class - you could have chosen from, she’s the one you’re drawing hearts in your notebook over?” he asks. “Not to mention that’s just a little bit obsessive, Robin. Might come off kind of stalkerish.”

“Oh, you don’t even know the half of it, that’s not the only page,” Robin groans, pressing her hands to her face. A couple of seconds later, she seems to fully process what Steve’s said and her hands abruptly drop to her lap, revealing an astounded expression. “Wait, you’re not-”

“Homophobic? No, it’s none of my business if you like boobies.”

“Okay, never say that to me again.”

“What that you like boobies?” Steve asks with a mischievous grin. “It’s true though, isn’t it?”

Robin runs her hands through her hair and exhales loudly. “God, this is so weird. Steve Harrington’s an ally and he’s saying the word boobies at me.”

“An ally?” Steve asks, an eyebrow raised.

“Yeah, like you support queer people, Dingus.”

“No, I know that,” Steve says, frustrated. “Robin, I don’t know if you happened to be there yesterday or hear about it, but I very openly implied to Billy Hargrove in front of an entire cafeteria full of people that he would be my type if he took better care of his hair. I don’t support queer people; I AM queer people.” Steve stressed, pointing to himself for extra emphasis to really get it across to her. “I’m Bisexual.”

Robin was staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Like I get that everyone else wouldn’t think anything of it because jocks say and do some pretty gay shit, especially the straight ones.” Steve says. “But I thought as a lesbian you were supposed to have a sixth sense for other queer people.”

Robin rubs at her temples, her expression a mix between surprised and distressed. “So, let me get this straight because I’m starting to feel like I’ve either slipped into a parallel universe, or you’re pulling a really elaborate prank on me,” Robin says. “You... like wiener?”

“Now who’s using embarrassing words?” Steve asks. “But yes. No pranks or any other kind of fuckery. I like wiener and boobies. And I expect you to keep that secret the same way I’ll be staying quiet about you. Otherwise, I’ll have to find some dirt on you to expose because I’m not about to out someone, that would be a dick move. Do we have a deal? Can we pinky promise on it?” he holds out the pinky finger on his right hand.

“You won’t find anything else on me Steve, my record is squeaky-clean.” Robin says with a wicked grin. “I have a condition in return for my silence instead.”

“Everyone has something in their past,” Steve argues. “But what is it?”

“I want a ride to and from school for the foreseeable future, starting from today,” Robin demands. “I can’t take one more day on that school bus. It’s literal torture.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Steve pretends to think about it for a moment. “But sure.”

“Okay then, deal,” Robin smiles, linking her pinky with Steve’s. “I’m making a pinky promise with Steve Harrington. What is happening right now?” she questions. Then a strange look crosses her face, her eyes narrowing. She drops Steve’s hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

“Billy Hargrove? Really?” Robin questions in a flat tone. “You had the nerve to criticise my taste in women over Tammy Thompson, but ‘openly implied’ your type is Billy Hargrove?”

“I said ‘would be my type’, Robin. I don’t have a crush on the guy, ew, that’s gross. He has the personality of wet garbage,” Steve protests as he stands and offers his hand to Robin to help her up, which she accepts with a grateful expression.

“It’s just that I can see that he’s objectively attractive looks wise because I have functioning eyes and I’ve showered naked in the same room as him,” he explains. “Tammy Thompson is a total dud, Robin. You could have picked someone so much more interesting than her.”

“I think you’re protesting too much Steve, you’ve definitely had at least one weird dream about Billy Hargrove. Also, fuck you, Tammy’s a complex and interesting woman,” Robin argues as she picks up her books from the desk and begins to head to the door, turning her head to speak to Steve over her shoulder as he follows. “She has dreams, she’s going to move to Nashville to be a singer.”

“Yeah, and they’ll send her right back when they hear her singing voice,” Steve deadpans. “She sounds exactly like a Muppet, Robin. Come on.”

“No offense, but you’re kind of a bitch, Steve,” Robin points out, turning to face him as they re-enter the hallway.

“Am I wrong though?” Steve questions. “Look me in the eyes and tell me I’m wrong.”

They stare at each other in silence for a moment, both waiting for the other to back down. At a certain point Robin’s lip twitches, and then they’re both gone, both almost doubled over laughing.

“Okay, okay, you’re right,” Robin admits. “Shit now I’m going to have to rethink my choices.”

“I’m willing to help you find better taste in girls,” Steve offers. “I know a lot about the babes around here.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that about you. Slut.”

“And I’m the bitchy one?” Steve says, putting on his best wounded expression.

“Maybe we’re just two sides of the same bitchy coin,” Robin suggests.

“Hmm,” Steve ponders. “We should exchange notes. I could always use more creative insults.”

Robin takes him in for a second, as if she’s meeting him for the first time and starting to get a good read on him. A wide smile takes over her face. “You know, Steve. I think this may be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

“Me too,” Steve agrees, feeling warmth spread through his chest at her words. “I’m looking forward to terrorising the assholes of this town with you, Robin Buckley.” He reaches out to shake her hand.

“The feeling is mutual, Steve Harrington.” She accepts the handshake. “Now I’ve got to go because you’re not making me late for next period too, but don’t forget that your side of our bargain starts now. I expect you to be outside by your car waiting to drive me home at the end of the day.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve sold my soul to the devil?” Steve rolls his eyes, but this time he does so with a smile. “See you later, Robin.”

“See you later, Steve.”

Steve should probably have considered sooner that he might one day fly too close to the sun on his metaphorical new bitchy wings. However, this whole thing is a learning process and he’s still finding his feet, clumsy like a newborn deer. He’s testing the waters and figuring out just how far he can take things.

Turns out, maybe teachers are not to be messed with, no matter how shitty they are.

He’s in math class when he makes a crucial misstep in his journey. They’re copying down instructions from the board in their notebooks as Mr. Mundy comes around to collect their homework.

As he reaches Eddie Munson – he had listened out for the guy’s name as the register was being taken – Steve stops writing and watches curiously. Eddie looks up at Mr. Mundy with a sheepish expression. He seems more tired than the last time Steve saw him, there are dark circles under his eyes indicating he hasn’t slept. He also generally seems more stressed and twitchier than usual, like he’s constantly prepared to dash out of the room at a moment’s notice.

“Mr. Munson,” Mr. Mundy addresses him, leaning over in a way that makes Steve wince in sympathy because Eddie can definitely smell his potent coffee breath at that angle. “Do you have the homework or not?” he asks.

Steve immediately takes a dislike to the impatient tone he uses. Can he not see that Eddie is clearly going through something?

“I’m so sorry, Sir,” Eddie says, sounding genuinely regretful. “My uncle’s sick at the moment and I didn’t have the chance to do it because I was looking after him. We don’t have any other family around to-”

“Save me the sob story, that’ll be two weeks detention,” Mr. Mundy interrupts rudely. “You’re on thin ice, Mr. Munson. I’ll have to fail you if you keep this up.”

Eddie’s face drops. “Yeah, that’s fine.” he mumbles.

“No, that’s not fine,” Steve blurts out, drawing the full attention of the otherwise quiet class.

“Excuse me, Mr. Harrington?” Mr. Mundy says slowly, taken aback. “Do you have a problem with the way I run my classroom?”

It’s clear that he expects Steve to back down in the face of his authority. However, authority’s kind of a weak deterrent once you’ve fought monstrosities that shouldn’t exist and lived. It only serves to make Steve want to double down.

“Yeah, for a start you need to crack open a window open or start using some deodorant once in a while because it’s hard to concentrate on learning when all I can smell is your body odor,” he says, internally delighting in the red hue Mr. Mundy’s face takes on. “But aside from that I don’t get why Bobby back there gets a ‘bring it in tomorrow’ when he literally told you he accidentally ran over his homework in his car, but someone who has a good reason is given two weeks detention and threatened with failure? Math is supposed to be about logic, right? How is that logical?”

His peers are staring at him, bug eyed, and the teacher is locked in a silent state of fury. Steve chances a glance at Eddie and he’s already looking in his direction with a stricken expression.

“Have you decided to take out your resentment over your miserable life on Eddie or something?” Steve presses.

‘What the fuck are you doing?’ Eddie mouths at him, his face anxious.

Mr. Mundy lets out a long, slow, suffering breath, and Steve can almost hear him counting to ten in his head in an attempt to calm himself down.

“Steven Harrington,” he says quietly. Steve scrunches his face up because it sounds exactly like how his dad addresses him when he’s got a stick up his ass about something. “Do you or do you not have your homework?”

The swift pivot in the conversation catches Steve off guard, but he quickly catches on. Mr. Mundy’s clearly not issuing fair treatment here at all. Steve should be on his way to the principal's office right this second, but it’s clear that Mr. Mundy is trying to hold back. Most likely because all the teachers are well aware of Steve’s parents’ standing in the community. Somehow, Steve finds that only further irritates him.

Looking Mr. Mundy dead in the eyes, Steve holds up the sheet of paper with his homework on it and tears it in half, then tears the two halves down the middle. He lets the pieces flutter to the floor, still looking directly at Mr. Mundy, challenging him to do something about it.

“Oh shit, I guess not,” he shrugs.

The pure rage that Mr. Mundy eminates is strong enough to rival his aforementioned body odor, which is truly saying something.

“Congratulations, Mr. Harrington,” Mr. Mundy says, his voice dripping with venom as he strides to his desk like he’s on a mission and begins furiously scribbling out two detention slips. “You just earned yourself a spot in detention with Mr. Munson starting next week, and a phone call to your parents.”

The first part doesn’t faze Steve, but the second sends an ice like chill down his spine. Maybe he would have benefitted from keeping his mouth shut this time.

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