#AND ITS FERALLLLL

[justcallme-oleen]

eye and

I have a thing for my guy friend. The thing is, he’s not entirely straight—I don’t know, he really leans toward the same sex, but he has a tremendous history of straight relationships. And I just feel something for him.

It’s not lust or desire; it’s more of a pining—fondness and admiration. I see him as a whole person. I love that he’s open about not labeling his gender (but prefers he/they pronouns). It’s just that—dude, can you, like, bend me over the counter or something? Because really, you being feminine, admitting to dating girls but also being very bottom for guys—it’s giving me butterflies.

I just love you loving yourself like that—being smart, sexy, slutty, and spontaneous. Even though you still see me as just a friend, it’s fine, I swear. You’re not into serious relationships, and neither am I, but gat dayum—I’m feeling something for you. And I know it won’t happen if I confess. Though, why would we look at each other that way? And touch each other THAT way, most of the time? It's just whenever you hold my hands, it feels like I'm going to ignite. I feel comfortable when I'm with you, not pounding and nervous-shiveirng-shitless, but more of a warm-cozy feeling. Why do you keep chatting me every night of having a "sweet dreams" and a "please rest" and a "goodnight babe," where we both know that we don't do that shit, because bantering is what our friendship is about, not like THIS.

So, like for the love of heaven... can we just fucking kiss?

[thecatspasta]

Being home alone is so great it means I can yell abt how much I hate these fucking queers and need more content of them before I start down the path of homicide and nobody is around to judge me

[mondaymelon]

HI I LOVE YOUR THEME SMSM UEUEUEUEUEUE

I EXPECTED YOU, THE REALEST KAVEH GIRLFRIEND ™ TO SHOW UP IN MY INBOX LMAO. DO YOU ENJOY MY MOST HUMBLEST OFFERING

[akascow]

my favorite thing about the jayvik ending is that whether u ship them or not its so clearly implied that theyre soulmates and that makes me FUCKING FERALLLLL

aka platonic OR romantic soulmates. whatever u prefer. bc both are an applicable form of love and a very real thing lol

[shu-box-puns]

I love you. I adore you. You feed us Tsu'tey fans so well it's like I'm eating at a 5 star all you can eat buffet and I gobble that shii up everytime

I consume your works like I'm an addict and I infact am addicted to the things you make RAHHH‼️

I have re-read your Tsu'tey fics over 10 times now and I never get tired of them I AM SO FERALLLLL

Do you have any good Tsu'tey fics to recommend? As much as I love your stuff, its always nice to have smth new to nom on and giggle over teehee ilysm 👹

STOP IT YOU'RE TOO KIND! I am so glad you're enjoying them! And the fact you reread them makes me so happy that you like them that much :D

As for fic recs, I rarely dabble in the Ao3/Tumblr fanfiction side of the Avatar fandom in all honesty. Since I'm writing my own stuff, I tend to satisfy my craving for the characters on my own.

So I'm going to turn the question over to everyone else, who might have their Ao3 bookmarks bursting with fics. Please feel free to post your recommendations below!

[the-deep-dark-forest]

Just out of curiosity

TW: BELOW MENTION IDEAS OF GORE, CANNIBALISM, AND GENERAL UPSETTING MENTALITY OF CANNIBALISM. Please ignore this ask if you're uncomfortable with those things, we would understand. Sorry and thank you

What would Homesick react if Y/n is a total psycho, who has no whims killing or letting some people die? Like somehow someway, they got attached to Wally and saw him as a good friend, and because they only care about his well-being and starvation, and didn't care about some other people's lives, they lured people into the woods as Wally's food. Or worse, they kidnap people and give those "food" to Homesick Wally as "gifts"?

Oh hello!! Creator 🐝 here!

This is SUCH a good question, I am so excited to ramble to you about it, I hope you don't mind!

(Since you didn't ask this directly to Wally or Hunter I assume you meant this towards me, reminder you can always ask on my main blog @the-doodle-cave for those questions too!! Keeps the blog from breaking off character haha! /lh /pos )

TW: mention of c@nn1bali1sm, d3ath, potential triggering topics and such, idealisation of c@nn1bal1sm, k1dnapp1ng

So, if You-

(or Y/N, I prefer to call them "You" capital Y)

-were to do such a thing how would Wally react huh?

Now, it entirely depends on what motives You is doing this for, its one thing to lead food to him so he doesn't starve himself, it's another to do it because you're nonchalant and don't care, or worse, actively enjoy seeing people die/suffer!

Wally loves you so SO much, it's been like that WAYYYY before he got sick-

(Hunter on the other hand...well..it's another can of worms entirely teehee...)

-so you going through all the trouble just to help him kinda flushes him a bit...

But he purposefully starves himself because of the crushing guilt of being stupid enough to have come in contact with what made him sick even with Home's protests, and in turn, makes a lot of people suffer JUST so he can feel better about himself...he constantly berates himself for having to deal with this when the death of many people could have been avoided had he been more careful...

let's play into the different scenarios you brought for me hm?

If You actively lures people into the woods and Wally found out, he'd be HORRIFIED, I think, he'd be scared of you, HELL he's already scared of himself!

Not only are you luring people in, but you're making HIM kill them, wiping the blood clean off of your hands, even worse if he knew you're doing this because you don't care about other people's well being but him, this is like a reverse Yandere type of thing!

that sort of betrayal would crush him so hard, he loves you, but DAMN, what a way to make him go through a spiral!

Now kidnapping is another thing, as mentionned before, he'd rather YOU kill them yourself rather than having him do it, mind you, releasing Hunter to do the job is PAINFUL, it tugs at his stitches and stretches his felt in a matter of minutes!

And if he DOES release him, he could also hurt YOU, you do not want to come across him while he's eating someone, that guy is FERALLLLL

But seeing someone tied up, maybe with a bag over their head-

(and that's being merciful, because they don't have the pain and fear of seeing a monster like him in front of their own eyes)

-begging for mercy, especially if the victim doesn't have a bag and staring back at him crying, squirming and struggling to break free, would be devastating, he already has a hard time looking at them through Hunter's eyes when they get captured, but here that person can't even defend themselves to even TRY to escape!

Why would you make him go through such a painful process?

Now let's say you DO bring a dead person over to him, he'd be terrified still, because that means you also have the capability of hurting innocents without any remorse...-

(also depends how long the person has been dead for, the longer it is, the less energy they have, bringing a carcass thats been sitting there for over months would be absolutely useless, reminder the way food works for hunter is different from how reagular puppets work, and even then, the way food works for puppets is different from how it works from humans! Atleast in my headcanons on puppet anatomy)

-he'd still eat them though, because he would not want the person's death to go in vain, and he'd be on board with suffering less because of the side effects of starvation-

Obviously he would plead with you to not do it again, not to care for that type of stuff for him

(although he'd be secretly very flustered how much you care for him, I'll tell you that)

I hope this answers your questions! Please do tell me if you have more!! I love talking about him!

Have a swell rest of your day and remember to have fun!

- 🐝

[hunterbunter3000]

ok so I've had this in my memory for ages and i can so imagine Sweetheart having this as a tattoo on her back, like the angel wings tattoos that are the complete length of your back so and the crescent on her neck like oml like its barely visible from under her shirts and it just makes her neck look that much more delectable plus the contrast from the womb tattoo to the angel like wings is a sight to see, makes the boys go feral (especially soap once he sees it, he didn't notice before cuz he was too short lol)

IM GOING FERALLLLL

THIS IS AMAZING FOR SWEETS HOLY COW

The original idea was that she was going to have two pieces, high and low tattoos, the low one was something like this:

But then I scrapped that, and she was just gonna have a regular back tattoo (like a big one or one in the middle of her back), and it was gonna be something like this:

B U T that changed and the new idea was that the back tattoo was traveling on her body, like coming to her collarbone and neck, and coming down her arms (which is talked about in the 18+ Gaz ask), something like this:

BUT GOOODDDDDD YOURS IS SO SICK GREMLIN

Like I can see her getting it because a friend told her that it'll look so cool, not telling her what it means. (As you said, it looks like angel wings) and then that friend dies, not telling her the meaning. (Her friend told her to get it because Sweetheart is like an angel)

Sfw

(Just kinda sensual teehee)

Cw.: biblical talk (angels), so much praise, overstimulation (sweets cries), bit of angst and feels, (idk if this counts as angst? I'm still learning what's angst and what's not😭) soap is so down bad he's speaking in Scottish Gaelic-- it's translated by Google so I'm sorry beforehand! He talks so damn much, I went overboard 💀 the translation is at the end!

So skip ahead to the now, she's taking care of some wounds she got from a mission, with her shirt off and hair down, wrapping her ankle with concentrated eyes. She doesn't hear Soap knock on her door, and she doesn't hear his little gasp. She also doesn't hear him walk slowly towards her, but she does feel thick, warm fingers move some of her hair and trail down her back. She jolts, turning around abruptly. Her tense shoulders relax, seeing it's only her best friend.

She needs to be more vigilant.

"Jeez, Soap," She chuckles, "You scared me."

His eyes are wide, skin flushed with pink and breaths uneven.

"Tha mi duilich..." he mutters breathlessly. Sweetheart cocks an eyebrow. "Whatcha say?" Soap sucks in a breath and closes his eyes tightly. It's like he's telling himself something.

"Sorry, I'm - I said I'm sorry." Sweetheart nods, "Oh, that's cool! Is that like- Gaelic or somethin'?" Soap nods as if he's in a trance, eyes still focused on her back. Her glowing, hunched over back with the mark of an angel. It has to be. Different scars align on her skin, some in different lengths, some overlapping others, and many that are jagged.

But the beauty of the tattoo is still relevant.

Sweetheart calls out his name softly to get his attention but fails. His mind is hazy, and too many thoughts going through him. The waves of heat pulse on his skin and insides as he gets closer to her back.

Sweetheart doesn't feel comfortable, but she doesn't feel uncomfortable at the same time. She sees him get on his knees and reaches out for her, but freezes. He turns his head and shuts his eyes again, having mental turmoil with his actions. He stares into her eyes, asking her if he can touch it. Feel it.

Admire it.

Her eyes flutter, looking back at him one last time, she shifts her hair to one side, combing the curls with her hand, showing more of the tattoo that goes up to the nape of her neck and around her shoulders. Her actions speak a million words to him.

You can touch it. But please, be gentle.

She hears him whine- whine-- and his palms are clamping on her back immediately.

"Tha e cho breagha. Fuck, bidh thu mar bhàs dhomh, leanabh." His hand slides around to her tummy, tracing the heart to her womb tattoo since he remembers where it's located, engraved- burned-- into his memory. "Ach bheir thu air ais beò mi le seo," His voice is but a whisper over her back, the woman confused if he's talking to her or the tattoo. She feels plush lips where the blade is located. Oh god--

He's kissing it.

Sweetheart shivers, a whiny moan bubbling in her throat, but she covers her mouth with her shaky hand. She hears him mumble Gaelic again, but it doesn't feel like he's talking bad about it. It feels good, warm. Like he's praising it.

Worshipping it.

His other hand feels her skin all over her side, up her back till he reaches her shoulder. "Bha fios agam gu robh thu a 'falach rudeigin fo na turtlenecks sin, brèagha. Bha an corp seo an-còmhnaidh a’ falach rudeigin. Air do ghualainn," His fingers trail on the lines of the angel-like wings, "Air do ghualainn," They snake upwards and around, the pads feeling the bumps of scars and the outline of ink. "Suas do mhuineal."

Sweetheart whimpers, shivering under his touch. Her shoulders cave in, and she bends more forward. She feels his lips trail up her heated skin, wet with love and praise from the scotsman. She knew he loved her tattoos that she showed him, but she never thought he would do something like this.

Did he really like them that much? Did he really like her that much?

Soaps breath shudders on the halo, feeling her goosebumps form and hairs sticking up, hands raking up and down the spiked angel wings.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"I'm- I'm sorry...?" Why is she apologizing? She felt like she needed to apologize for something she did but didn't understand what he said. She was going to speak again, but the gentle lull of his shushing in her ear stopped her.

"Òr 's a tha mise air do chràdh agus an dubh a tha air do chorp naomh. Tha am peant dubh maireannach a th’ agad a’ toirt ort coimhead ethereal. Fuck, chan eil fhios agam carson a tha thu a’ còmhdach seo. Bidh thu a’ faighinn cho togarrach rium a h-uile uair a thig thu faisg orm, agus a bhith faicinn an ealain a th’ agad air do bhodhaig na urram ann fhèin. Tha do bhòidhchead tarraingeach, aingil. Chan eil fios agad dè an ìre de chumhachd a tha agad thairis air na fir a tha a 'coiseachd air an talamh seo."

If he keeps going, she's gonna pass out at this rate.

His growly, Scottish drawl always made Sweetheart heat up and melt. But this - this carnal, whispering preaching onto her skin - it's too much, overflowing her cup to the point that it spills all over the floor.

"Mar a chuirinn seachad mo làithean uile ag innse dhut mar a tha thu mar thiodhlac bho na nèamhan. Cha bhithinn leisg a dhol air mo ghlùinean agus mo dhìlseachd gu lèir a thoirt dhut a h-uile latha." He mumbles, lips talking against her skin like he's muttering scriptures to the ink.

With his blue eyes half-lidded, his hands slide down her shoulder blades and back up, his touch so gentle like feathers and silk, down to the small of her back, where the blade ends.

"Tha mi a’ guidhe nach do dh’fhalaich thu uam, a ghràidh. Tha gaol agam oirbh uile, agus chan atharraich sin gu bràth."

"Johnny..." Sweetheart calls out, mysterious want laced in her voice. She doesn't know why he acts like her tattoos are sacred. She doesn't know why she feels tears forming. Her eyes flutter back when his thumbs massage her hips.

He hums, "An ann air sgàth sin a fhuair thu seo? A chionn gu bheil thu bho na nèamhan? Tha e ciallach nam biodh tu. Archangel, a 'stiùireadh shaighdearan gu cogadh le do bhall-airm, ceannardas, agus làmh an uachdair."

Her breath hitches. Archangel?

Why did he say that?

He thinks she's an angel? One of the heavenly hosts, a dispenser of justice and bringer of hope.

Oh my God.

If he thinks that she's like an archangel, then that's the best compliment she has ever gotten.

She feels tears coming down her cheeks, the heavy feeling in her head and warmth coursing through her veins. She remembers when her old high school friend from home told her to get this piece as a tattoo since she had trouble figuring out what to get. She was so excited, kept asking her every day what it meant or what significance it had with Sweetheart, but all she kept saying was, "You'll figure it out."

Sweetheart asked sporadically when her friend was in the hospital. Her answer was always the same.

Sweetheart stopped asking completely when her friend was buried next to her family. She didn't give an answer anymore.

She covers her mouth again to stop a choked sob, tears streaming down her face.

Her friend knew.

"Fiù 's nuair a tha thu air do dhòrtadh ann am fuil an nàmhaid, tha thu fhathast a' seasamh àrd ann an neart, misneachail, nad ghlòir gu lèir. A ’coimhead thairis air a h-uile duine, a’ cuideachadh neach sam bith ann an fheum leis a ’ghàire radanta sin."

Soap knows.

"Ged nach fhaicear do sgiathan, bidh iad fhathast a 'deàrrsadh fon t-solas a tha a' gluasad bho do shàil. An dòchas agus an gaol a bheir thu do dhaoine ... bheir e orm tuiteam air do shon eadhon nas motha a h-uile uair."

And now Sweetheart knows.

He kisses her shoulders, neck, and spine- all the way down to the tip of the blade. He could kiss this skin forever, hearing her soft moans and whimpers. Soap hears her little hiccups and moves to face her. He tenderly cups her jaw and slowly lifts, seeing her big, glistening eyes look up at him. Her damp cheeks, creased eyebrows, and wobbling bottom lip melts his heart. He looks at her with such fondness and love in his eyes, Sweetheart is sure that she will pass away. He brushes her hair out of her face as if she's made out of the finest china.

"Oh, mo ghràidh, mo leannan."

He cranes his neck down, soft swollen lips meeting her forehead. Sweetheart's eyes close, clumped with tears, leaning into his kiss and clutching his hand.

"Mo aingeal dìon."

꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

Translation:

It's so beautiful. Fuck, you'll be the death of me, baby. But you'll bring me back to life with this. I knew you were hiding something under those turtlenecks, beautiful. This body was always hiding something. On your shoulders... Up your neck. I wish you didn't hide from me, my love. I love you all, and that will never change.

You have nothing to apologize for, my darling, my heart. Words can not describe how much I ache for you and the ink that's on your holy body. The black permanent paint you have makes you look ethereal. Fuck, I don't know why you cover this. You get me so excited every time you come near me, and to see the art you have on your body is an honor in itself. Your beauty is alluring, angelic. You don't know how much power you hold over the men that walk this earth.

How I would spend all my days telling you how you're a gift from the heavens. I would not hesitate to get on my knees and give my devotion to you every day.

Hmm, is that why you got this? Because you're from the heavens? It makes sense if you were. An archangel, guiding soldiers into war with your weapon, leadership, and dominant hand.

Even when drenched in the enemy's blood, you still stand tall in strength, confident, in all your pretty glory. Watching over everyone, helping anyone in need with that radiant smile.

Even though your wings are not seen, they still shine under the light that radiates from your halo. The hope and love you give people... it makes me fall for you even more every time.

My dear, my sweetheart.

My guardian angel.

Bonus.!

Bruh, I totally blocked out the others HAHA

They haven't seen it yet, but Soap boasts about it 24/7. He described it the best he can without giving anything away. But he talks consistently that he saw it and he touched it and-- other stuff.

He doesn't tell his team that he practically went to church on her back tattoo, but he sees how jealous they got so that's good enough for him. Thank God Krueger doesn't know.

[acourtofthought]

Your dialogue post ft how Azriel speaks about Elain has me FERALLLLL. I get that there are people that like the bossy/possessiveness for kink reasons, because I truly cannot think of another reason anyone would get behind that kind of verbiage and think its romantic otherwise?? but god it makes me wanna sucker punch Azriel. I have a feeling if Elain knew he was speaking of her like that she would be mad as hell and immediately turned off. I was pretty Elain neutral but now I REALLY WANT to see her tell her family and the whole NC to fuck off for how they treat her less than a person. Personally I think that people that want to keep her in the Night Court simply don't want her to grow as a character OR just want her to be a carbon copy of her sisters or Gwyn, which she simply ISNT.

Thank you so much for all of your insightful posts, they keep me sane in this crazy fandom climate.

I don't know what it is about the word but I love when people say they're feral over something, it packs such an emotional punch 😂

I've often thought about the interactions between Lucien / Elain and Az / Elain but this is the first time it really stood out to me that when Az speaks to Elain, he often does not say anything that encourages her to participate in the conversation in a meaningful way in regards to what she wants or thinks or feels. It amounts to "I'm doing this, you do that" and he expects her to just say, "ok". I think some in the fandom will argue that he just knows Elain so well he doesn't need to ask her and I just find that really concerning because this is a BOOK and there's supposed to be back and forth dialogue 😂 . Rhys has access to Feyre's every single thought which means he trumps anything that Az could possibly know about Elain yet he still found a way to talk to her and try to get her to voice what she was thinking.

And you're right! Bossy and protective is absolutely a kink and nothing to be ashamed of but does SJM prefer the bossy, protective kink? Or does she prefer her females to be the boss? So it doesn't do anyone any good to self insert what they like in a relationship or book when they aren't the author.

And you're right again, I've seen way too many posts where Elain's character becomes more and more like canon Gwyn (handling daggers, dressed in Illyrian leathers) and that just doesn't make sense to me. Just because Nesta thought Elain might have been taking lessons in stealth and Feyre thought Elain had Az beat for secret keeping doesn't have to mean ELAIN HAS DECIDED TO BE A SPY. Those are the thoughts of her sisters who we know for a fact don't think all that much of her a lot of the time so I'm not going to listen to what they say simply because it matches Az. I'm going to look at the character of Elain outside of Az and her sisters to see what feels right for who she is. Someone who is social and not solitary like Az (which makes him suited for spying). Someone who is bothered by cruelty and doesn't torture (which is part of Az's job as spymaster).

[bunnywritesmarvel]

Okay for the Thirsty Thursday thing in regards to Frank…

I have that gif of him removing his belt ON LOOP in my brain, and yes he’d be into spanking, but I also raise you this: imagine you’re in a bratty mood, you’ve been back talking and smart mouthing him all day, and he removes his belt. he loops the leather around your neck, a collar and leash all in one. he pulls your face in close, saying something along the lines of, “what happened to all that fuckin’ attitude, huh? where’s that smart mouth now?” I just,, whew 🥵 and also “Open wide, sweetheart,” and he spits into your mouth. then he pulls the belt a little bit tighter, saying “attagirl”

no thoughts in my head except mean, nasty Frank 😊

~🌙

🌙 ANON YOU HAVE SUCH A WRINKLY BRAIN FRANK AND SPITTING AND USING HIS BELT MAKE ME GO ABSOLUTELY FERALLLLL ITS NOT EVEN 7 AM RN AND IM LOSING MY MIND

thirsty thursday: frank or dean edition!

[cyancherub]

SUKUNA EDITS U SAY ??? 😈 ….. the way i have so many favorited tiktok edits LMFAO + twt bookmarks but these ones are my favs huhu >:) i can send more btw lmk 🤝 i hope the links work 💔

one — THE WAY THIS ONE DRIVES ME FERALLLLL

two — when h-he,, the sm-smirk

three — t-the tongue….

four (this is fanart) — this one makes me go 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i wanna be held until his cum is dripping out of me like this :(( <//3

SORA OH MY GODKJSDJFKHFJDF..... THANK U FOR THESE THEY WERE ALL SO GOOD but the second one is my fav IT WAS SO CRISPY ,,,, AND ITS HIS VOICE THAT ALWAYS DOES IT FOR ME ITS SOOO..... MMFHJGFHG moans i want him.... AND THE FANART. PLEASE. i will not rest until this man is rocking my shit 😔🤚

(MORE U SAY??!?!? i would not object.....)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Currently thinking about Seb going to see Chris with his new lean tinier body and Chris just going absolutely feralllll and just picking up Seb and first complimenting how handsome he is then taking him to bed to show him how much he means it I—

Mmmmm

Good thoughts, good thoughts, yes.

(Also, not attacking you personally anon, (thank you for asking about this 'cause I'm in looove) just in general: we don't body shame here. Everyone needs body positivity- no matter weight or size or anything.)

Chris loves Seb all the time.

He loves him when he's on par size and strength with him because it activates a part of his brain thats not afraid to throw Seb around because he's just the same size as him. He loves when he's bigger than him because then Seb can throw him around if he wants to or he can crumble underneath him, making is submission seem that much more Big and Important. Plus if he's bigger than that's just more boyfriend and that's fucking grand. He loves him when he's smaller too. He loves him.

But- there are the times where they see each other after a break for work or when they just notice a change in the others body and they get swept up in that change. That contrast.

Like, we've been told and we've seen that Chris is really just eating healthy and working out in quarantine (from interviews and from that Fucking Swimming Pool Video) so Chris is around Cap-Fit™️ if not even a little bigger, right? And Sebastian has slimmed down for his upcoming role. So-

When Chris sees his man like that? As slim as he was when they met all those years ago or maybe even slimmer... yeah. It shorts his brain out a little. It brings back all of those fantasies that he jerked himself off to in the audition bathrooms and then in his trailer, hoping to God that nobody would walk in on him.

Naturally, Chris boxes Sebastian in against the door, crowding him and making him feel even smaller. Kissing him and pressing his full weight onto him, stroking a hand over his jaw while the other finds his hip. Lifting his shirt to trace his more prominent hip bone until he shudders under him.

Sebastian jokingly tells him, "you tryna make me claustrophobic, baby?" As they pull apart, making Chris realize just what he's doing.

So, yeah, he makes himself back off. Sheepish, smiling and scratching the back of his neck.

But for the rest of the night he can't keep his hands to himself. His hand more or less glues itself around his waist or petty his hip bone. And everytime Seb makes a comment about his new workout and eating habits Chris all but holds a finger in front of his mouth to get him to stop talking so he can pay him every compliment he can think of.

Once they've settled in Chris shoves Sebastian down, pressing him into the couch while making out particularly enthusiastically.

He gets Sebastian out of his shirt between heated kisses, murmuring, "so handsome, baby, lookit you. Can remember when you looked like this all the time. 'S different, seeing it now."

"You saying I look old, you goof?" Sebastian huffs, not entirely serious, just watching Chris watch him. Lying back shirtless while Chris straddles him, hard on pitching an impressive tent in his pants.

Chris of course tumbles on top of him, falling over himself to reassure his guy that no. Not that. Its just different.

Sebastian asks, "how's it different?"

"Different because-" Chris hefts him up with a smirk, curling his legs around his waist and standing up. Suspending Sebastian mid air in the middle of the living room. Sebastian squeaks and grabs at his biceps, his mouth falling silent except for a little gasp at the robust feeling of his muscles shifting and bulging.

Chris carries him to his bedroom, stopping once or twice to press him into a wall here or there. Grabbing at his ass and kissing until they're panting and practically blue in the face, strings of saliva stringing between their kiss-swollen lips.

When they do get the bedroom Chris goes from tip to tail, touching and treating his man. He breathes hot and heavy over his neck, trying to catch his breath. He drags his teeth over Sebastian's collarbones which are more prominent than usual. Marking that pretty skin up until Sebastian is grabbing at his hair and trying to force him lower, gasping and trying to curse at him because they'll have to cover those with makeup Chrissss but failing. He likes the sting of it too much.

Eventually he goes with his shoving, delighted, going down to mouth at his pointed nipples until Sebastian's toes are curling and his breathes are heavy, gasping. He traces each of his ribs with his fingertips while he licks and sucks at his nipples; then he mouths a few of them in the places that he knows will make Sebastian shiver, to give his nipples a break. But then he pinches them until they're even more red and hard. And Sebastian moans, pressing up off of the bed at that. Trying to get more of the feeling. Chris stops to be an ass. Sebastian whimpers, urging him, "c'mon, c'mon- please. Oh. Please. Chris-!"

Chris traces a wet path with his tongue down the middle of his chest, then scrapes his teeth over his hip bones as he holds Sebastian down, his hands around his tiny waist. His thumbs almost meet. He swears under his breath, lightheaded.

He planned to get Sebastian to sit on his face when he's like this. Lighter than normal. Get him to gasp and mewl and ride his face while wearing only his shirt, the collar falling off of one of his slimmed shoulders while the bottom hem disappears between his lips as he tries to muffle himself.

But...

Suddenly all he wants is to take Sebastian doggy style, rough and animal, and tug him back onto his cock while he pounds into him. Making him scream into his sheets and pillows, drooling on his cock. Fucking the cum out of him without touching his cock. Chris might cum just thinking about it. Forcing his body back onto his cock and using him like a toy, all from the hold he can get on his waist right now. Nearly encircling him in both of his hands. Chris squeezes extra hard at him, getting his thumbs to actually touch for a second and making Sebastian gasp and writhe. Hes only capable of growling, "could make you take anything like this couldn't I? Could throw you around and you'd take it, sweet boy, wouldn't you?"

Sebastian stares at him blankly, eyes consumed with darkness and hunger, for a second, having a hard time swimming through the tone and gravel of his voice and processing it as anything but hot. But he does register it eventually. And he moans, nodding so fast that he probably has made himself dizzy with it. Chris' cock throbs, a bead of pre-cum dripping down the head, that settles plans then...

[eddiebillysteve]

YET ANOTHER ONE OF MY RAMBLING REVIEWS? where it’s just me rambling off my thoughts as i read?????

to find his usual parking spot filled by a shitty little beige Datsun. — OH NO SHE/THEY/I DIDN’T

What dipshit in their right mind would have the cojones to take his spot? — 😭😭😭 someone who clearly doesnt know babygirl billy

This kid was dead meat walking. —it’s their FUNERAL

Max started to laugh. “A girl has been stealing your spot all this time?!” — max being a lil sister is my fave thing it’s too good

he pouted — he’s such a pouty boy i s2g

Billy shoved and darted his way around other students in the busy halls — billy donT BE RUDE AND SHOVE PEOPLE

You know that meme where its something like ‘no one tells me what to do’ and then someone says ‘sit down’ and it cuts back to the other person saying ‘i’m sat’ ??? Well thats me w billy i’d do anything for that man ok i panic over germs but i’d let him spit in my mouth if that was what it took ok back to the reading

A loud grunt of annoyance as he ruffled a hand through his hair.  — the mullet babbyyy. Y y y

Had you always been in this class? — now this makes it realistic because i too was invisible in school especially to anyone even slightly popular

Mr. Dawson was a nit-picky teacher who ran his class like a boot camp. Everyone sat alphabetically, — oh GOD this brings me back i HATED the alphabetical seating ffs

and if anything you might have said you loved this class if Mrs. Jenkins’ French class wasn’t already your absolute favorite. — i did six years of french immersion, true story. Still cant speak any of it. My fave class was art tho bcus the teacher was so chill and would let people off with coming in late if they brought her coffee when they came

In Billy’s opinion you dressed just as boringly as the car you drove. — we’re not all as hot as you mister 🥵

Everything about you said snoozefest and unextraordinary.  —TRUEEE

But you had a pretty nice figure… and your hair? The way it framed your face? —this is why i love fiction, bcus i can be a pretty girl in these worlds 😌

Billy rolled his eyes and stretched. — why didn’t we get billy stretching on screen. This is criminal

“Consider Ms. y/l/n to be one of them.” He gave you a proud smile before taking the papers to his desk. —a w it’s lovely to have a nice teacher in this world. I need to give myself in this world a name hmmm

one of Hawkins’ hottest and most notorious students. —hell yeah he is 🥵

you peered through your lashes and across your notes only to meet the smuggest grin and piercing set of blue eyes you’d ever encountered. — SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

Legs extended out into the aisle, ankles crossed. He waved at you. Lazily. Tauntingly lifting one finger at a time in greeting.  — WHAT THE FUCK IM FERALLLLL

A sly wink. The grin growing bolder. His tongue peeking between his teeth. — not a wink 🥵🥵🥵

And you also lived six blocks away from his house. —okaY billy being a detective over here

He gave you the most wolfish looking grin it made your stomach flip. — FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RN

“Your shit excuse for a car is in my spot…” — yes SIR IM MOVING IT RN 🥵

“Asshole!” you muttered not so much to yourself as you threw the school doors open and headed for your car.  — insert the little mermaid gif ‘buT DADDY I LOVE HIM’ here

THIS WAS BRILLIANT AND I CANT WAIT TO READ MOREEEE

She’s A Runner - Prologue

summary Billy has taken to pursuing yet another girl at Hawkins High. He can’t get a clear read on her. Is she interested or not? She might just be the one girl to outrun him.

warnings references to past sexual assault, past trauma/abuse, cursing, trauma response behavior

word count 1,164

note I’ve seen a lot of headcanon posts for Billy as being a person, that especially once comfortable with a partner, craves touch. That his initial bravado and prowess drives his confidence and popularity among his (especially female) classmates. But what would happen if he applied this approach to someone who can’t tolerate touch… at least not yet? Title inspired by Billy Squier’s She’s A Runner.

Part One Here

As always feedback is much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

It all started when Billy arrived late (as usual) to Hawkins High one January morning to find his usual parking spot filled by a shitty little beige Datsun.

The nerve.

What dipshit in their right mind would have the cojones to take his spot?

Nobody took Billy Hargrove’s spot.

So he hustled Max down the driveway even earlier the next morning, forgetting his own bookbag in the process. This was more important than homework or textbooks anyways…

The Datsun was just pulling in. This kid was dead meat walking.

Billy laid his hand on the car horn obnoxiously.

The loud whine of the horn echoing in the cold morning air.

The driver door on the Datsun opened.

“That’s right asshole… get out here” Billy manhandled the horn a few more times for good measure.

A girl emerged and the honking stopped.

Billy frowned.

She stared at him blankly through the windshield before locking her car and walking away.

Max started to laugh. “A girl has been stealing your spot all this time?!”

“Zip it shitbird…” he pouted throwing the camaro into reverse to find a new spot.

Finding a slot near the picnic tables, he parked the camaro and headed into the school to look for that girl.

It was a task to find you, as Billy shoved and darted his way around other students in the busy halls. Was it always this busy in the morning? He was never this early…

He was nearly about to tap your shoulder when the bell rang. Time for first period. 

At this point he realized he did not have his bag or his homework.

A loud grunt of annoyance as he ruffled a hand through his hair. 

But what in the world?

You were also heading to Mr. Dawson’s first period History class. Had you always been in this class?

Slumping into his usual seat, Billy tried to get a good look at you. And it was no surprise that he hadn’t really noticed you before.

Mr. Dawson was a nit-picky teacher who ran his class like a boot camp. Everyone sat alphabetically, which Billy hated because it shoved him near the front and closer to the teacher’s eyes.

You however sat further back and caused little to no trouble, and if anything you might have said you loved this class if Mrs. Jenkins’ French class wasn’t already your absolute favorite.

In Billy’s opinion you dressed just as boringly as the car you drove. Wearing a simple lavender sweater, plain jeans, bland shoes. Your backpack was frayed, probably a hand-me-down. Everything about you said snoozefest and unextraordinary. 

But you had a pretty nice figure… and your hair? The way it framed your face? At certain angles he could swear you looked like Brooke Shields. Your eyes? Billy wished he could get a better look because he was certain there was something about them he liked if only he could see them a little longer.

“Everyone pass your papers to the front.” Mr. Dawson barked as bags unzipped and papers ruffled.

You leaned down into your backpack, taking your paper and scanning it over with pride. Reshuffling the pages and stacking it perfectly flat before putting a paperclip on it.

Billy rolled his eyes and stretched.

“Mr. Hargrove… where might your essay be this morning?” asked Mr. Dawson, collecting papers at the front of each row.

Billy gave an exaggerated shrug. “I dunno what to say teach…”

Mr. Dawson frowned knowingly. “Mr. Hargrove you could stand to learn by the example of some of your fellow classmates….” He collected your paper.

“Consider Ms. y/l/n to be one of them.” He gave you a proud smile before taking the papers to his desk.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as your eyes flitted from Mr. Dawson to Billy. 

You were more than proud of your academic accomplishments in your own right, but you didn’t need a teacher waving it under the nose of one of Hawkins’ hottest and most notorious students.

Snapping your head back to the front of the class you religiously opened your textbook as the teacher began lecturing on Brown v. Board of Education.

Shivers were running down your spine and you swore you heard a low chuckle one row over and two seats up. Did you dare?

Mr. Dawson had turned on the projector. Maybe a quick peek was safe.

Tilting your head up slightly you peered through your lashes and across your notes only to meet the smuggest grin and piercing set of blue eyes you’d ever encountered.

Legs extended out into the aisle, ankles crossed. He waved at you. Lazily. Tauntingly lifting one finger at a time in greeting. 

A sly wink. The grin growing bolder. His tongue peeking between his teeth.

You shielded yourself with your hair.

Asshole. Who does he think he is?

You tried to ignore him as best you could the remainder of the class. But nothing was so sweet as the sounding of that bell for next period. French.

Au Revoir. Asshole.

You packed your bag furiously and fled the room before he could do anything else to you.

By the time last period came around Billy had learned a few more things about you.

Not only did you have History together. Oh no. You had Chemistry together as well. And you also lived six blocks away from his house.

You actually stopped a full moment in the doorway before entering the class. Ms. Decker didn’t assign seats in Chemistry… today was not your lucky day.

You looked at him suspiciously as you took the only remaining seat, pulling it as close to the wall and as far away from him as possible.

He gave you the most wolfish looking grin it made your stomach flip.

No more hiding.

You sneered at him childishly.

Billy found this quite funny. You did not.

Aside from flirtatious looks, you were amazed you survived the class. Feeling like a cornered animal.

True to form you booked it from the room, finally free of him. Ready to go home. Until…

A large hand wrapped around your locker door. You groaned horribly.

Swinging around the side he greeted you with that same obnoxious smile.

“Your shit excuse for a car is in my spot…”

The smile finally dropped from Billy’s face. Replaced with a more neutral and business-like expression.

“Your sp-… your spot?!” you spluttered in disbelief. Was this what a day’s worth of harassment was about?

He nodded, leaning over you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. 

“There’s a whole damn parking lot outside! … Bite me!”

You roughly shoved him off your locker and slammed it shut, steaming off.

“my spot. …” you muttered to yourself.

“Asshole!” you muttered not so much to yourself as you threw the school doors open and headed for your car. 

Throwing your bag on the backseat you got in and left. Billy standing in the lot watching you and your shitty little beige Datsun drive away.

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[leatermouth]

that tour is awesome n cool n whatever if its real n normally id probably be going feralllll but im so tired . i STILL havent been paid i cant muster up the energy to care about anything else