#everyones favourite slutty politician

[cheesuschrist-iii]

The 💅Queen💅 is dead

Ayup lads first tumblr post here with the slut himself, Julien. I like to think he’s the queen that’s dead in this scenario

I’m probs gonna draw the rest of the ghosts in this poster- lyric-y way (I’ve got the ideas) so yeah maybe that’ll happen.

[starkeristheendgame]

The comms crackle into life just as Tony was about to take a bite out of his hamburger. It's standard, really. He's come to the conclusion he was probably a Politician or an equally deplorable being in his past life.

Maybe a cat. They're meant to assholes, right?

"Everyone in proximity of the 4th sector, be vigilant. Tony's favourite headache is approaching the area like an antelope".

It's Steve, sleepy and dull through the comms. Though the kid keeps them on their toes, he's been long passed off as harmless. Tony sighed and set his burger down, heaving himself to his feet.

"I got him" he muttered, allowing the helmet to envelop his face. He didn't need to ask JARVIS, the AI automatically brought up the tracker Tony had slipped onto the kid the last time, and with a last, forlorn look at his snack, he let the thrusters take him upwards.

It wasn't hard to find the kid. Even amongst the jungle of towering buildings, swinging about in the sky made you pretty noticeable. It also didn't hurt that the kid had chosen a bright red and a rich blue as his colour scheme. He changed his flight path and aimed straight for the kid.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't it bats that operate at night?" He asked casually as they glided towards each other.

To his credit, the kid didn't seem surprised when Tony came gliding into view. Despite his best efforts to re-aim, body twisting in the air, Tony still caught him, rolling elegantly to his side and snatching the kid by the waist. The kid struggled for a brief moment, pawing at his back and trying to physically crawl over his shoulder, but Tony cuffed him on the back of the head and the struggling stopped as the kid went limp in his hold, like a scruffed puppy.

Tony held him close, supporting his weight as he altered course and made haste back his sector before some nosy ass with a scope caught them (Clint). He made aim for a building deep within his assigned sector, and knew exactly which one to land home at. There was a small radio shack atop it, and Tony flew them right to the door, landing light on his feet.

The kid was just catching his balance when Tony used the side of his leg to push the door open, metal fingers curling around a slim wrist to drag the kid in after him. As his helmet begun to flow down his temples and cheeks he reached out, grasping the edge of the mask and tugging upwards.

The pink, plush mouth came first, already curved into a pout. Framed by round, milky cheeks and giving way to a set of dark, honey eyes. Last was the hair, thick and ruffled and falling in waves across his head. Tony let himself take a pause, fingertips skating a ringlet before he pressed the mask into the kid's hand and let their gazes meet.

"We talked about this" he reminded him, voice rough as he took stock of the wide pout, the way the boy leaned back against the wall, hips jutted forwards. It was a cocky post, arrogant and defiant. Tony adjusted his own stance, pressing the boy back, flat against the wall.

"I never said I'd stop" the boy whispered, cheeky and light, eyes sparkling in the glow of the reactor. He was right, of course. It just made Tony want to kiss him more, to lick the sass from his mouth.

"Peter, it's not safe. There's attacks almost nightly, we're all on fucking rota for watching the streets...You-"

"Got your attention" Peter finished, coy and syrupy as slim fingers curled around his metal bicep, fingertips sliding down, along the inside of his elbow. Even though it wasn't direct contact, it still made Tony's skin prickle. He tried to speak, but could manage only a growl, hands raising to grip Peter's hips, thumbs pressing against the bone.

"Sweetheart. Baby boy, it's not safe for you to be out. And if you keep chasing me down, the others are gonna suspect something" he pointed out softly, pressing a little harder just to see his lashes flutter, just to listen to his breath hitch.

"Is that what you care about, Mr. Stark? About keeping me your dirty, slutty little secret?" Peter murmured in response, gaze dipping to the crotch of the suit slyly before raising, if only to Tony's mouth. "Scared I'll want to try something new if I get close to them? That it? I'll bet the serum made everything bigger on Captai-"

Tony let out a deep, guttural sound, sliding one hand from hip to between the boys thighs, spandex and kevlar doing nothing to keep him from the pretty, hard little cock that strained there. It cut Peter's words into a high gasp, spine arching and hips nudging forwards.

"You want Captain America so bad? You'd have gone to sector two" he purred cruelly, palming the delicate bulge. Peter could only whine and clutch at his arms, fingers sliding against the smooth metal. Tony took both his hands away and pressed them to Peter's shoulders, pushing down until the boy slid breathlessly along the wall, collapsing onto his heels and looking up at him with wide, hungry eyes.

He let the suit receed, flowing away from his body to bring Peter's face level with his own cock, hard and impatient against the fabric of his trousers. The boy almost went crosseyed looking at it, tongue lolling and eyes devouring. Tony let him look for a while, before burying his hand in those thick, silky curls, tugging until Peter looked up again.

"You wanted this so bad, darling? So hungry for cock you were willing to disobey me, put yourself at risk? So eager for the team to find out you're my desperate little whore?"

Peter could only mewl in response, eyes glossy and gone already, hands pawing at Tony's thighs needily. A quick tip of his head showed his watch and he let go of Peter's hair, taking those slim, delicate wrists in hand and guiding Peter to his cock.

"You have ten minutes before we rotate. I suggest you work hard".

[artificialqueens]

Courtney’s Infinite Search for Love Ch. 8 (Witney) - Grinder

AN: So I took a break from writing (kinda) to focus on my University work or I’d fail majorly. But that’s all over for now so here’s the next chapter of Courtney’s story. This chapter is quite filler-ish not gonna lie so forgive me. But also I wanna thank those for the feedback on the draft chapter of Justifying the American Dream as I am super super excited to write it! You’re all so lovely.

~Grinder

“So, hopefully you bitches have brought feedback and ideas to the table this time.” Bianca questions, slamming her palm down on the table waking us up more.

I would groan at the collision of her hand on the table but I’m already trying to keep a bright smile with my hand in Alyssa’s under the table. We know everyone’s aware of it, but there’s nothing like a bit of discretion.

Dela and Bianca have brought the whole team of Tune.105 to discuss the station’s content as they do every fortnight. The whole team including Willam. And this time I’m not cursing her existence (well maybe with my inner voice I am). Instead I’m just showing off as I pretend to be secretive of my new relationship.

Alyssa and I have been dating for nearly a week now. In the beginning, I was really just looking for a one-night stand. But she had thanked me for a “wonderful” time and requested to see me more. To me, Alyssa is really naive when it comes to love. Kind of like one of those girls who when someone shows them one ounce of affection they’re expecting a wedding the next day. But she is sweet and kind hearted. And as I drunkenly crawled onto the bed next to her I thought of Willam’s jealous reaction. So I accepted Alyssa’s request to see each other more.

I’ve practically spent a whole week with Alyssa, fucking nearly every night. Does it get tiring? Well yeah, but it is so worth it, especially when I get to show off. Yesterday we were nearly caught out making out in the coffee room as Willam had walked in moments after we had finished up. Yeah, she missed everything but she hadn’t missed the sight of our lipstick smudged around our mouths. Then there was my favourite moment. I had this huge hicky on my neck and by huge I mean it was fucking massive and I needed Willam to see it.

Alyssa had been sent up to the station with free cupcakes during Willam’s 80’s show. Trixie and Katya hadn’t left since finishing their show so they were there too. Seeing this as an opportunity, I decided to give them out instead. I passed one to Willam (trying my best to keep a cheery smile and not a murderous one). Then I passed one to Katya. Then, pulling my hair over one shoulder, I leaned over to pass the last to Trixie, exposing the huge bruise like mark on my neck. I didn’t give Willam a second look which I regret now. But I would imagine she stared wide eyed.

That situation has been my favourite so far. I know it doesn’t sound like much but today is another day after all.

“I’m happy to say that I do have an idea!” Alyssa exclaims with excitement. “More guest stars.”

There’s a pregnant pause before Dela replies, “We have enough guests. We’ve had politicians coming in and out for the politics show for the last few weeks.”

“Yeah, but famous people, girl.” Alyssa elaborates.

“Well, if you can get Beyoncé in here, come back to me then, ‘girl’.” Bianca replies, her tone thick with sarcasm.

Alyssa looks slightly defeated, sighing and leaning back in her chair. Poor Alyssa. She really does try.

“To be honest, I like that idea.” I state causing heads to turn. “Who said anything about celebrities? You know we do quite a lot of music shows here yet we’ve never had live sessions from local talent. And besides, I know it is Election season and we’re all slowly getting stressed out so it would be good to put out something different. And not to mention, it could broaden our listenership.”

There’s another moment of silence as the team takes the suggestion into consideration. Fuck, is this awkward or are they actually listening?

“I can’t believe it. Of all the years I’ve run this station…” Dela starts “…I’ve never thought to have local talent guest star in shows.”

“I guess we should get on with finding talent then.” Roxxxy speaks up, looking to her team, Alaska and Matthew.

“Yes. I would appreciate it if you and the rest of the entertainment team could find someone have them in here by the end of the week!” Dela states, writing a few words on her notepad. “Get back to me when you find someone.”

I look to Alaska and her team, smiling as Alaska winks at me. Then I turn my smile to Alyssa who looks happier than ever. I squeeze her hand under the table as she strokes her thumb over the back of my hand. Talk about team work!

-_-_-_-

“Do you think this would look good on me, baby?” Alyssa asks, holding a black dress against her as she pulls faces in the mirror. She doesn’t realize it but she’s kind of blocking the way of other customers.

“Yeah, it’ll look great on you!” I tell her, trying to sound as enthusiastic as I can. I move in order to make room for a pissed off looking Granny. I roll my eyes as I hear the old woman mutter under her breath something about ‘hoes’.

Alyssa sighs quite loudly, turning to face me. “What would I do without you?”

I don’t get a chance to say ‘you’re welcome’ as she gives me a quick peck on the lips. I hear some boys nearby snicker and say shit like ‘Look! Lesbians!’ Why are boys so fascinated with lesbians anyway. I get that girls are majestic but Christ! Down boys!

“I might try this on actually.” Alyssa contemplates turning to look at her reflection again.

“Go for it then.” I reply, but she’s too engrossed in her reflection, pulling faces and tongue popping to herself. People are looking again which causes a bright red blush to burn my cheeks. “So are you gonna go try that on or…”

“What was that?” Alyssa mutters, still fascinated by herself image.

“Never mind.” I say, shaking my head.

-_-_-_-

“So we got either Purge: Election Year or the new Ghostbusters.” Alyssa informs me, turning away from her TV. “Which one would you prefer?”

“I don’t mind.” I reply, munching on a dorito.

“Actually I’ve been really wanting to watch something Disney recently. It’s been a long time. Oh my Gosh, I make it sound like I’m ancient, girl.” Alyssa pauses to laugh. “I’m feeling Beauty and the Beast.”

“Sounds great.” I reply.

And it was great. Thank God Alyssa doesn’t have neighbors because we would have had many noise complaints with all the loud and obnoxious singing. It was great.

Up until a certain scene.

“This is bullshit.” I blurt out as Belle fan girls over her new library. Shit.

Alyssa, who’s laying with her arms around me with her head on my chest, looks up to me with a confused look. “What?”

“Sorry, it’s just reminding me of someone.” I say, brushing it off.

Alyssa’s face falls slightly and she twists a lock of my hair around her finger. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

A bottle of wine later, I’m just staring at the ceiling while Alyssa sits on the other end of the couch listening.

“…and then she built this big fort thing for us to chill out in. No one has ever done something like that for me. It made me feel I was worth all of the effort, you know? And weeks after, she stabbed me in the back. Literally. She took a long pointy knife and stabbed me right in my back with it.”

“Literally??” Alyssa questions, her eyes slightly widening.

“No. I wouldn’t even be here. What’s wrong with you?” I reply, taking a sip from the wine bottle. “We both went to this festival where she decided my attention wasn’t as valuable as the attention of some random guy.”

Alyssa’s eyes are wide again. “She didn’t cheat on you, did she?”

“She did! She was hoisted up on some van while he fucked the shit out of her. I saw it with my own eyes. And I haven’t been able to erase the image from my head since.” I pause again as my voice cracks. I don’t want to cry. There’s no way I’m crying over Willam. “And she had the audacity to try and act like nothing happened after. She only said that we weren’t right for each other and that we should see other people. So, here we are…”

Having one more sip of the wine, I look to Alyssa who’s eyes shift away from me and to the bottle in her hand as if she’s really thinking about what I’ve just said.

“…So…” she pauses, “Am I ‘other people’?”

Realizing my mistake, I put my bottle on the table, sit up and shuffle near her. “No. Of course not. You mean a lot to me, Alyssa.”

“I do?” She murmurs giving me puppy eyes.

“Yeah!” I exclaim. She’s silent. “I think…you’re really attractive. And you’re funny. And you have a good heart.” I pause contemplating on whether or not I should continue. With each thing I say I just feel guilt. Or is it just the misery that I’m feeling in the moment? “…And I know you’re gonna go far.”

Alyssa stifles out another laugh, rolling her eyes. “Girl, I may have the looks and personality but I’m dumb as fuck. I ain’t going nowhere.”

“You are not! I promise you, you can do anything you put your mind to.” I beam at her. I’m not going to lie but hearing Alyssa say these things is only making it worse.

She stifles a laugh as her eyes meet mine again. “You think?”

I caress her cheek with my hand before I answer, feeling a pang of guilt hit my heart. “I know. Besides, you’ve got class. Willam’s just messy. She has nothing on you.”

“Baby, stop.” She whines playfully slapping me on the shoulder as I lean forward and plant my lips on hers, trying to kiss away any thoughts of Willam and every good memory of her. Who needs the bitch anyway? That tiring…slutty…obnoxious…childish…trashy…restless…messy…careless…care free…spunky…free-spirited…bright…charismatic Willam.