Wow sorry I’m here now and I’m here to talk about the alternative timeline of the sex club AU I posted ! It’s like very PWP vibe and group sex etc so proceed with caution !!
But OKAY basically same kinda set up okay, but Shane is famous hockey player, Ilya is CEO of a mental health charity for teens and he LOVES it ok but jobs aren’t important. !!! Anywayyy Shane is softly out to those who know- how team (the cens) and friends but it’s not a big thing yet so- the club is very very private very expensive and heavily NDA’s for all involved, no phones ever etc etc.
Shane only goes once every few months- it started with a dare from Rose and worry that he’d never find the satisfaction he craved. He’s had some hookups, a short three month thing with a perfectly nice man who was a school teacher and funny and understanding of Shane’s crazy lifestyle. But they had all been- just. Nice. Okay, good sometimes but Shane had never felt the spark others about. Nothing felt enough for him. So he ends up at this sex club because he just- he needs to try he wants to feel, he wants to see if there’s something there for him. See if he is asexual like he thinks sometimes he could be? But he likes touch, he wants the sex he has it just - He’s just never had that intense desire. Physical affection had always felt good, perfectly fine but never a burn, a release. He could take it or leave it.
He goes to the first night and he’s shy, he fools around a bit but he finds it interesting, he wants to learn more. So he keeps going and keeps going and eventually learns about dynamics. About things he wants, like he likes to be submissive that he likes to be taken care of, that he enjoys a bit of play, being a brat. Teasing. He likes being told what to do, he liked being good. But he doesn’t find anyone that he wants all that with. So he finds he enjoys it most with multiple people It just seems more to be he finds the acts and dynamics that he enjoys. But it’s better, better than anything else and becomes the only way he can get some level of satisfaction.
So Shane keeps going to the club, starts to relax more, enjoy more. It’s maybe ? Seven or eight months into this whole exploration for Shane and he’s become fully comfortable in enjoying these group sex parties. He has a few guys he’s comfortable with now, and he knows he can step away whenever he wants and it’s all under strict rules and Shane likes rules, feels comfortable inside them and they become his form of release of all these things he wants that he’s learning more and more about that are buzzing around inside him. He can’t ask these things if a casual hookup- doesn’t trust that- in how he wants to be treated it needs to be understood and safe so he just waits till he’s back home and at the club at these parties.
Jump to-
Shane is there one night, it’s been two months since he’d been able to come with the time of season it was, and currently on his hands and knees with Matt, an objectively gorgeous man inside him, dark skin, dark eyes, buzzed head, strong muscles- fucking him deep and steady- and it’s good, it feels good being filled and held down and the grab of Matt’s hands over his ass and hips, telling him his good he feels and usually, usually it’s enough. This is enough, Matt makes him feel good and knows how he likes it well enough but it’s just- Shane’s been craving some kind of release these past few months and this isn’t enough. The fucking is good, sending a hot thrill through him, he’s hard and his mind is buzzing but he wants- wants more, wants to be kissed, wants to hand a hand on his throat, wants to feel closer, his skin is itching. He wants ugh.
Shane squirms, wriggles back closer to Matt and lifts his face up from his arm, watches a couple in front of him kissing hot and slow as they frot together and it’s hot but Shane still wants- still needs- something. More. He doesn’t know. He hates that this feels like even this isn’t taking off the edge. He sucks at the skin of his own wrist and watches the couple in front of him and he fits a hand around his cock, ready to make himself cum and go home and maybe do some yoga, call rose and then-then.
A big warm hand catches Shane’s face, tilting his face up, and Shane blinks, blinks, looks up this gorgeous fucking perfect body, mouth watering Adonis belt, sculpted stomach, looks up at his wide shoulders, big arms, this fucking marble sculpture of a man who is holding his face and making him look up. The man’s thumb finds Shane’s mouth, his thumb rubs over it and he tugs Shane up till he’s on his knees.
The man guides Shane’s hands to his perfect thick chest to steady him in the new position, holding him as the rock of Matt’s thrusts push him forward. Matt kisses the back of Shane’s shoulders in the new position and Shane knows he doesn’t mind another person joining, and Shane catches this man’s face and fuck he’s definitely never been here before. Shane would remember those eyes, heart shaped mouth, messy curls. Fuck. He’s beautiful. Shane’s lips part and the man’s thumb slides into his mouth and Shane shivers, feels his cock pulse at the way he watched Shane take it, presses down on his tongue to make his mouth slick with saliva.
Shane sucks at his thumb as his brain goes a little foggy and why do his eyelids feel heavy, and then the man says something low and shaky in a language that Shane can’t understand and then he’s pulling Shane up with his thumb in his mouth and fingers under Shane’s chin and mumbling
“Need something in your mouth hm bunny?” His voice is low and accented and rumbly and his eyes are strong and heavy on Shane, and fuck. Fuck it’s like someone turned the headlights on- the sound on- the whole fucking world on- the back of his head tingles, his stomach twists with thick anticipation and who the fuck is this.
“You need a little kiss hm?” He asks and his hand not in Shane’s mouth lets Shanes cheek and Shane’s cock blurts wet and he’s nodding, heart pounding heavy tongue feels heavy and he cause yeah that sounds nice and he looks like and Shane wants a little kiss from him really badly and “please” he mumbles around his thumb and he’s sliding his arms up around the strangers neck, leaning in, tilting his chin because he wants he really wants. wants. He looks like he can kiss.
“Please” he mutters again when the man holds his face still, draws his thumb so fucking slow out his his mouth and shane wines, fell the loss like he’s empty, and Matt is still inside him ? Maybe ? But he’s empty and- and - he wants, and then the man is smirking, so pretty, Shane thinks as he gets closer and he mocks him softly “pleaseee” and then he’s being Kissed.
Shane is being fucking kissed. Maybe he thinks now for the first time ever in his life he’s being Kissed. This is what kissing is- anything else was an imitation of this.
The man kisses him like he’s starving, mouth parted, tongue first but not too much, hot and sweet and filthy and needy and Shane thinks he’s whining maybe, his arms tighten around the man’s neck and he he’s pulling him in and fuck he needs, he- the man’s hand wraps gentle around the front of Shane’s throat, thumb rubs over his Adam’s apple feather light. Fuck that’s, that’s so good. Shane arches up, up into the man and licks into his mouth and holy shit. Holy shit. This is better than the cock pressed inside him right now, more sensitive, somehow.
The mans hand skims Shane’s chest, fingers pinch over his nipple in a way that makes his cock throb, moan into the kiss and his hips push forward towards him. Chasing more of him, doesn’t care do the way it makes Matt slip out of him and shane only realises by the sound Matt makes.
“Shane” Matt says, grips at Shane’s hips and tries to pull him back, arch his hips back to take him again.
Shane tilts his hips away from the touch, keens up into Ilya, feels Matt’s hands slip away at Shane’s movement, backing up at his refusal to the touch.
Immediately he feels the strangers hand slide down his body to his ass, pulling him in, in and Shane goes, leans in in
“Fuck, fuck. Come here sweetheart” the man is panting and Shane is nodding and the man is pulling him until their bodies are flush and Shane feels the heft of his cock push against his and Shane’s hand flies to his hair, gripping his curls and pulling.
“Yeah” Shane nods and then “Shane” and the man is saying “Ilya” and in a blink Shane is in Ilya’s lap and being kissed stupid, Ilya’s big hands gripping at Shane’s ass, pulling him in to help Shane rut his cock against his and fuck Shane feels dizzy with it. Each time they pull back to breath it’s short desperate gasps before licking back in and Shane’s jaw aches and fuck he might- he might fucking cum from this. Ilyas hands are everywhere he wants them, before Shane can think to ask, his hand just the right strength of grip, the pull. Shane can feel his need in his touch.
Shane feels other hands graze his back, his side, touch his hair and he just shrugs away, shrugs into Ilya, Ilya who pushes hands away from Shane’s ass, twists them when someone tries to push their cock toward their joined mouths. The thought of anyone else suddenly seems like an interruption. He wants this. Anyone else will stop this. He needs this.
Shane wines when another persons hand combs through Ilya thick curls and it’s enough to pull Ilya away from Shane’s mouth, where Shane had been sucking his tongue, after Ilya had pulled his chin down to spit into his mouth. Shane wants to bite at the hand separating them, even for a few seconds. It makes his chest burn. Mine. He thinks- give it back- he thinks and maybe wines low because Ilya is catching his face in both hands and whispering “I’m here, I’m here bunny, open your mouth” and Shane nods, leans in and Ilya is kissing him again, wet and warm and licking behind his teeth and Shane is grinding up against Ilya’s hip, he wants more but he can’t stop this.
“Fuck hang on” Ilya breaks their kiss and pulls Shane’s mouth to his neck, he’s picking him up and then they’re on a couch and Ilya is up over him, pinning him down by his wrists and fuck yes. yes. yes. And Shane- Shane looks up at Ilya and thinks he fucking needs, needs his touch, needs more and that’s dizzying in of itself and then Ilya is kissing and biting over his chest whispering “can I have you? Here?” He’s asking, fingers at Shane’s hole, petting softly and Shane nods, nods, “please” he mutters. “Yeah, like being full here too huh bunny?” He asks and Shane nods, and Ilya smirks. “Kissed you all stupid huh? Can’t even talk” he bites at Shane’s chin and Shane slaps Ilya’s side- mumbles “asshole” In a dizzy low voice- Ilya catches his hand and pulls it down to his cock.
“Mm yes will go in your asshole” Ilya purrs and it’s so serious it shouldn’t be hot but Shane moans, actually moans and rocks his hips up and Ilya mutters “easy” and Shane has enough brain to threaten “find someone else to” and Ilya shakes his head as he works Shane open with his fingers, where he’s still slick with lube. “You don’t want that do you? He wasn’t fucking you right bunny, let me do it yeah?” Ilya kisses him till his head fogs.
“Let me fuck you right yeah? How you like huh? Can see just how you like it bunny, promise I’ll make it so good” he whispers and Shane feels that fog come over him again. Shaky good. So fucking good. He needs so fucking bad. Needs to feel this man fill him, take him, fuck him.
“You’ll tell me, if you don’t like Okie? Or what you need, if you need more yes?” Ilya says and oh, that makes it easy and Shane nods, wraps his legs around Ilya and sighs “yes yes, okay- I want to, I want to cum please I want you inside me” be confessed, boldened Ilya’s bluntness.
“Good fucking boy” Ilya grins, and shane melts under the praise.
And the sex- the fucking sex- Ilyas touches are there before he can ask for them, gripping pulling, praising, licking into his mouth, fucking him so hard it aches, grabbing his face so sweetly and calling him pretty, kissing his cheeks as he pounds his cock into him. Shane forgets there’s anyone else in the room, in the fucking state, world maybe. He comes so hard his vision whites out, a choked son of Ilya’s name, head thrown back, Ilya all the way deep inside, telling him to be good, give it to him, show him how good he can be and cum for Ilya please pretty baby I need it-
Do you always have that energy? Like at breakfast, sitting alone or sitting with someone, do you have that "Greg fucking Davies" energy or do you build up to that throughout the day?
The funniest thing about Ever After High happens to be that Apple (for the most part) is relatively unbothered by Darling being her potential Prince Charming so she’s not homophobic at least
Just here to say that i would eat the hell out of the so'lek as spider's dad au and have been checking if u posted more about it every now and then
Oh, thank you!
I've always wondered what a relationship between those two would be like, considering how Spider was born and raised on Pandora, So'lek would be a lot warmer towards him. The boy isn't Na'vi, but he's as close to being one as he can get and has shed blood for their cause. I dunno, I just feel like So'lek would have been an excellent caretaker for Spider and would have taken him in as his own.
Here are some headcanons down below!
-) From the moment the child is placed in his care, So'lek claims him as his own. Spider eats when So'lek eats. Sleeps when So'lek sleeps. Walks half a step behind him, instinctively matching his pace. So'lek makes room for Spider in his world, teaching him all that he knows so that the boy will grow up to be better than his kin… And maybe, just maybe, So'lek took Spider under his care to see for himself if human children can be raised to become better than the adults who came to Pandora. So far, Spider has been nothing but a sweet child with clear eyes and an open mind, eager to learn.
-) So'lek raises Spider to be a hunter and a protector. He teaches him how to read a clearing before stepping into it. How to listen to the wind, to people, to what isn’t being said. When Spider makes mistakes, So'lek doesn’t shout. He stops. Looks at him. Waits. The disappointment and chastisement in that silence is lesson enough, and Spider learns quickly.
-) There is a deep, unspoken gentleness in the way So'lek handles him, especially when Spider is still so small at eight years of age. He adjusts his stride without thinking, so the child can keep up. He places a steady hand on Spider’s back when crossing dangerous terrain or picks him up to sit on his shoulder. He positions himself between Spider and every threat, human or otherwise, without a word. The boy is his. Miles Socorro is his, and none will dare to harm him.
-) So'lek never lies to Spider, never sugarcoats the atrocities Spider's kind have committed, but he also never lets Spider believe that he's responsible for the actions of grown adults, nor does he take his resentments out on him. Spider is a child, and So'lek treats him as such because the boy deserves to enjoy a childhood free of judgment or scrutiny.
-) As Spider gets older, So'lek starts asking for Spider’s input. Listening. Taking his assessments seriously. When Spider challenges him, it’s met not with anger, but consideration. So'lek doesn’t get annoyed when being questioned; he welcomes it, because it means Spider is thinking for himself. That mutual respect becomes the backbone of their relationship. However, he will not tolerate backtalking or disrespect, and if Spider gets just a little bit slick-mouthed, So'lek will give him a single warning to watch his mouth…or else.
-) In all the years Spider has known him, So'lek has never brought up his "demon" blood. Never compared him to anyone else. Never demanded that he be grateful. Never made him feel like he was a burden or a waste of resources.
-) There are moments, many, where So'lek’s restraint cracks just enough to reveal the depth of his love for his son. The first time Spider is seriously injured, So'lek’s composure fractures, his hands shake as he tends the wound, jaw tight with barely contained fury at the RDA mercenary who dared hurt his son.
-) So'lek is harder on Spider than he would ever be on a Na’vi child, and Spider knows it from a very young age. It is not cruelty. Spider is human, smaller, slower to heal, and more fragile in a world that is uninhabitable to his kind, and So'lek refuses to coddle him. Where another guardian might soften the rules, So'lek tightens them because a single error could get Spider killed or seriously injured.
-) Spider is required to be more disciplined, more observant, more precise. Mistakes that would be brushed off in others are corrected firmly in him. Perhaps it seems unfair, but So'lek holds his son to a higher standard and expects him to be better and do better.
-) So'lek is proud of him, deeply, fiercely proud, even if he seldom says it outright. That pride shows itself in little ways. In the way So'lek entrusts Spider with tasks meant for adults. In the way he defers to Spider’s judgment during missions. In the way his gaze lingers for half a second longer after Spider succeeds, something like approval settling in his eyes. When others question Spider’s place among them, So'lek does not argue. He simply stands closer to his son, eyes narrowed as he calmly tells them that they are speaking to his son and would do well to remember that he has earned his place.
-) Spider doesn't know anything about his biological parents and chooses not to. All he has is his mother's surname, but the moment So'lek adopted him, he cast her name away in favor of bearing So'lek's name. So'lek knows who Spider's father is, but chooses not to tell him until the "time is right." Even then, he may never tell him for Spider's own safety and peace of mind. The only ones who know are So'lek, Alma, and Sarentu. When Spider turned eighteen, and So'lek hesitantly asked him if he wanted to know the truth about his parents, Spider firmly refused. "I don't know who they were and I don't want to know. You are my father. My parent. That is the truth."
-) And on the rare occasion when Spider falters, when exhaustion or grief or fear finally catches up to him, So'lek does not scold. He kneels, meets his eyes, and reminds him, quietly, "Look at me. I am here. Just breathe."
No one told me I forgot to post about my Good Omens AU THREE YEARS AGO?😭 point is, I’ve resketched the first comic😔
This is what the original wip looked like (I didn’t save the last page before deleting it cuz I’m clearly missing half my brain)
I don’t plan on really furthering the wip unless it’s to do like art and/or color. But afterward, Neil says he does not believe Andrew isn’t here to kill him and Andrew reminds Neil that he’s ‘an angel so he can’t do wrong’ and Neil decides to trust him. It begins to rain but Andrew shields himself and Neil lets himself bask in the first thunderstorm of the earth.
