#anyway this is

[howlsofbloodhounds]

is ship deprivation a real possibility

[c0veter]

im convinced arcane only exists to make sad people sadder

cred 》 soxbkh on tiktok

[lesbiancocksucker]

okay heres the vision: I learn coding and pixel art I make a website on neocities that opens to a massive bookcase and a bench with scrolls on it. clicking on the bookcase will lead you to a close up where you can pick individual books. clicking the desk will do the same. this is how my worldbuilding project can still win

[hexane-nightmares]

... are you certain that is a related query?

[yusuke-of-valla]

Shitty first attempt at for an idea for Yusuke's bio dad (someday I should make a line up if all my ideas for Yusuke's dad because I have like 4 depending on the au)

[breathofcosmos]

[ 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ] ― sender and receiver lock eyes across the room ( from knives for fenix <3 )

It feels like a challenge at times.

Eyes catch and hold, forgotten forest green and that chilling blue. A dare to look away and break first until something inevitably pulls one of their attentions. Childish sometimes, indecipherable others, and it didn't feel like she'd even been here that long.

In the grand scheme of two people who didn't seem to age, or barely did at all.

Hers breaks this round, called forward by somebody else calling her name another time. Muscles in her jaw tick once as she allows her arm to be taken, argentate stripes pulsing along the point of contact. No more stifling chemicals and makeup to hide them here, nor her innumerous qualities that makes her seem more inhuman with every lingering peek.

Studies aside; watching the white tails of a lab coat disappear; Fenix does not look back toward him yet, pressing her thumb over the little puncture instead, a faint rumble on her tone. "Can I help you? Or would you like a picture?"

[haro-draws]

oc (not mine)

[moni-logues]

[banannabethchase]

mattdanny, “Did you just lick me?!”.

Sarah what have you done

The Way You Touch - also on AO3

Danny, caught up in a dumb game with his friends, licks Matt. And Matt very quickly realizes that Danny is...well. Danny's kind of cute. Luckily, Eddie agrees.

Matt Jackson/Daniel Garcia, Matt Jackson/Eddie Kingston, Matt Jackson/Daniel Garcia/Eddie Kingston

Rated E

~

“Did you just lick me?!”

Danny jumps back, looking startled at getting caught. “What – no!”

“You totally did!” Matt grabs the side of his shirt and rubs at his neck. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Danny’s eyes flick around.

“You’re not going to get an answer in the walls,” Matt says. “Why the eff did you just lick me?!”

“I – they said,” Danny makes this weird face. It reminds Matt of the way Nick looks when Matt comes up with a new idea Nick absolutely hates. “Look, we were arguing about who was the stealthiest, and Sammy was being annoying and managed to put a sticker on Mox’s back, and then I said I could do one better and get an EVP, and - ” He pouts. “You weren't supposed to notice.”

“How would I not notice somebody licking the side of my neck?” Matt asks.

Danny shrugs. "I don't know how sensitive you are or whatever." He squirms a little. Interesting.

“Well,” Matt says, squaring his shoulders. “There’s only one way to settle this.”

Danny’s eyes widen. “Are you gonna kick my ass?”

“Not today,” Matt says. “Come here. I have to lick you back.”

“What?”

“You licked me, I lick you.” Matt sighs. “Come on. It’s quid pro quo or whatever.”

Danny looks around, frowning.

“Calm down.” Matt goes for what he hopes is a comforting smile. “You don’t have to.”

Danny’s eyes keep skittering around the area. “Is there a camera?”

Matt shakes his head. “Uh, no. Before you licked me, I was walking to catering.”

“You’re not doing this for BTE?” Danny’s eyes brighten, just a little.

Matt shakes his head. “You licked me, I get to lick you. It’s fair.”

“You get to lick me?”

Matt nods, slowly. “Yes. You got to lick me, now I get to lick you.”

Danny opens his mouth, then closes it. Opens it again, closes it.

“Out with it,” Matt says, snapping his fingers. “Is this gonna work for you?”

Danny shakes his head. “What? Yeah. Yeah, okay.” He bounces on his toes, like he does before a match. “Um. Where do you want to…lick me?”

Matt considers it. Technically, Danny licked him first. So this question isn’t totally out of left field. “On the lips.”

“Excuse me?”

“If you’re not cool with it, that’s okay,” Matt says, taking a small step back in case Danny needs space. “Just. You chose me, and licked my neck, which is kind of sexy, you know? I thought I could shoot my shot.”

Danny, though, has started nodding rapidly. “No, yeah, go, yeah.”

“None of that was a complete sentence.”

Danny does that weird little hopping thing again that feels strangely like a tantrum. “Oh, my god, just kiss me already.”

Matt grins. He’s not usually the one to hear the begging. “Okay.”

He steps in and kisses Danny, sure to slide his tongue across his lips in the promised lick. Danny’s eager and energetic and enthusiastic, arms around Matt’s neck and hands in his hair.

“Garcia!”

Danny jumps away from him, leaving Matt cold.

Daddy Magic and Cool Hand Ange, who have the stupidest names since Max and Jeremy Buck, are standing there looking disappointed. Sammy, however, just looks confused.

“You guys can’t give me five minutes?” Danny groans.

“Clearly, we can’t,” Ange says. His arms are folded over his chest, and Matt is reminded of his own father that time he kicked Nick’s tooth out. “This is not the game we were playing.”

“Maybe I was fucking busy.” Danny stares them down.

Sammy blinks.

“Whatever happening here,” says Daddy Magic, “it’s clear he failed to be stealthy.”

“Or it’s a long game,” Angelo says. “Danny, is it a long game?”

“Maybe he’s just got good game,” Sammy says.

“Can – can you not?” Danny asks. Matt finds his discomfort almost charming.

“If you guys could go be stupid somewhere else,” Matt says, tossing his hair over his shoulder. “Danny and I were in the middle of something.”

Danny blushes bright pink across his nose and cheekbones, and Sammy stumbles over himself reversing out of there.

“Don’t you fuck up our boy,” Daddy Magic says, looking surprisingly stern for a man whose head would fit in well with Roblox characters.

“I – excuse me." Matt plants his hands on hips hips, giving his best glare. "I’m not going to fuck anybody up.”

“Why not?” Danny asks, almost automatically.

Ange rolls his eyes. “Danny, get over here. You lost the game. Deal with it.”

Danny lets himself get yanked down the hallway by the arm, but he locks eyes with Matt before he turns the corner.

~

“Hey,” Matt says, walking into the Ring of Honor locker room. He throws a leg over Eddie’s lap, getting settled.

“Uh, hi?” Eddie says, a hesitant smile. “What’s with the surprise?”

Matt glances around the room, making sure nobody’s in the room that could cause problems.

“Baby, you’re already in my lap,” Eddie says, a familiar smile on his lips. He rests a hand on Matt’s ass, the other with fingers trailing up Matt’s neck. “You ain’t fooling nobody.”

“I mean, yeah, but –” Matt’s cut off when Eddie’s got his fingers in his hair and is dragging him down, kissing him with a little heat behind it, something that makes Matt squirm and press in closer.

When Eddie lets go of his hair, Matt’s a little dazed. “Hi.”

“Hey.” Eddie grins. “So, what’s the deal? You here to yell at me because Mox beat up your boys? You know I got nothin’ to do with the shit he pulls.”

Matt shakes his head. “It’s about – Danny.”

Eddie raises an eyebrow. “Garcia?”

“Is there any other Danny we both know.”

“Limelight.”

“Oh, my god,” Matt groans, rolling his eyes. “Yes, Danny Garcia. We kissed yesterday and –”

“Hold up,” Eddie says, and, he puts a finger to Matt’s lips. “You kissed somebody.”

Matt nods.

“You kissed Daniel Garcia.”

Matt pouts under Eddie’s finger, turning on the best boo boo eyes he knows how. Eddie moves his finger, a fun little smirk on his lips. “You said we could.”

“I did,” Eddie says, “I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me sooner.”

“I told you almost the second I came into the room,” Matt says. “It was only yesterday. Plus, it was a quick kiss. Nothing big.”

“Did you want it to be something big?”

Matt nods. “But his stupid, like, dads or whatever interrupted.”

Eddie leans back in the chair, his legs spreading so Matt gets a little burn in the stretch his thighs, the way he likes it. “Tell me all about it.”

Matt sighs. “Well, first he licked me, so I –”

“He licked you?” 

“Some weird game he was playing with his friends,” Matt adds. Eddie's hands go into Matt’s back pockets, the touch nearly scorching in the best possible way. “They had to, like, get into people’s spaces to prove how stealthy they are? Apparently Sammy got a sticker on Mox’s back or something.” Eddie squeezes, and Matt has to remember how to breathe for a second. “Um. And then, Danny said he could get an EVP, and he thought licking me would work.”

“Hmm,” Eddie says. He stares at Matt’s lips. “And did it?”

“What?”

“Did it work?” Eddie pulls his hands from one of Matt’s pockets and slides it up Matt’s neck, circling his throat like a necklace.

“No,” Matt murmurs, leaning into the touch. He wants Eddie to press down more, make him feel it, but Eddie’s fingers just curl gently, like rose petals before the thorn. “I felt it immediately. Licking is a very weird experience.”

“I know,” Eddie says, his smile the right side of lecherous. “How’d you end up kissing?”

“Said it was only fair,” Matt says, and he pushes into Eddie’s hand, meeting slack fingers. He pushes in more, getting closer and closer to Eddie’s face. “He got to lick me, I’d get to lick him. He said yeah, sort of. And then he kissed me.”

Eddie laughs, low and deep. “Sort of?”

“He doesn’t talk in complete sentences when he’s horny, I think,” Matt says. He’s so close to Eddie’s lips, and all he wants is to taste them. “Could you either kiss me or choke me already?”

“Just waiting on you to ask, baby,” Eddie laughs again, and he pulls Matt in by the throat, kissing Matt like the world could end and he’d still be right here. Matt melts into it, lips and hands and heat and so fucking good. He could live in these moments.

He whimpers, just a tiny bit, when Eddie pulls away. Pouting, he asks, “Why’d you stop?”

“You came here for a reason, baby doll,” Eddie says, steady smile on his lips. “I wanna make sure you get a chance to tell me.”

Matt exhales, a little shaky. “Right. Yeah. Uh. So, when his guys came around or whatever, I told them I wasn’t there to fuck anyone up, and Danny looked, I don’t know,” Matt pauses, searching for the words, “kind of upset that I wasn’t?”

“He looked upset you weren’t gonna fuck him up?”

“Specifically he said, ‘why not’,” Matt explains.

Eddie’s smile gets a little devious. “Oh, I see what you’re doing here.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Matt says. He pouts, but not, like, on purpose. “I’m just telling you what happened.”

“You want me to fuck up your little boyfriend?” Eddie asks, fingers sliding into Matt’s hair at the base of his skull. “You wanna watch as I wreck him slowly, wait for your turn?” He studies Matt’s face. “Oh. Or do you want to join in?”

Matt swallows, eyes on Eddie’s. All he can do is nod. He hadn’t realized it was an option until Eddie laid it out for him, painted the picture in his mind.

Eddie pulls a little at Matt’s hair, something a little bit like a reminder. “You want Danny, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” Matt says, voice pathetically weak even to his own ears, “yeah, Eddie, I do.”

Eddie hums, using Matt’s hair to pull him back down. “I think we could arrange that, if Danny wants it.” Eddie lets go of Matt’s hair, brushing his thumb across Matt’s lips. “Think I could taste him on you?”

“Maybe,” Matt says, and he can’t help the grin as Eddie pulls him in and does his damnedest to pull whatever’s left of Danny from Matt’s lips.

~

“You’re twitchy,” Nick says, staring Matt down in the EVP locker room. “Why are you so twitchy?”

Matt bounces on his toes. “No reason,” he lies. “Just ready for the match, that’s all.”

Their match against Danny and Sammy.

Nick stares at him, and Matt does his best to look completely innocent.

“Is this an Eddie thing?”

“No.”

Nick groans. “Of course it’s an Eddie thing. Do you need the room after the match?”

Matt feels himself light up. “Really? I mean, that would be great.”

Nick only rolls his eyes a little. “Me and Adam will hang out with the Dark Order or something.” He makes a weird face. “God, you’re lucky I love you.”

Matt bumps their shoulders together. “I am.”

Matt’s laser focused as he and Nick warm up together. Adam stops by to help them, leading to him and Nick doing their not unexpected mid-ring flirting that definitely does not remind Matt of Danny. Definitely does not. He's focused. He's only worried about the wrestling.

Well, up until their music hits and he can see Danny during their entrance.

He gets a little hot, a little overwhelmed, and has to rip his shirt and jacket off before they’re even halfway down the ramp. Nick sends him a weird little look, but follows suit, and Matt reminds himself to get Nick a ridiculously good birthday present.

The match goes by fast. He and Nick superkick the sense out of Sammy, which is a highlight. But Matt is secretly delighted when they do a Meltzer Driver on Danny. It’s the first time they’ve been since close since they kissed and, while it’s a weird position, it makes Matt feel excited and giddy and just the right kind of stupid.

Nick pins Danny as Matt tackles Sammy to the ground and shoves the bat against his throat.

Before Sammy and Danny get a chance to leave, Matt grabs Danny’s arm and hauls him close. Danny looks a little scared, but Matt speaks quickly. “Meet me in the EVP room after this.”

Danny nods, and opens his mouth, but Sammy’s there shoving at Matt’s shoulder, and Matt steps away.

Going back up the ramp, Nick throws an arm around Matt’s shoulder and yanks him in. “Please tell me you have a crush on Danny and not Sammy,” he mutters.

Briefly, Matt debates the pros and cons of lying. "It's Danny."

Nick pinches Matt’s skin on his bicep. “Okay, fine, but that’s still annoying.”

Matt flinches, smacking Nick in the back, but it’s a better reaction than he’d worried over. He considers it a win.

They make it to the EVP room a few minutes later than planned after getting pulled to the side by Tony. When they reach the room, they hear a mildly raised voice.

“What did you do?” Nick asks.

“Me?!” Matt says, pretending like it’s not a valid accusation. “I’m not even in the room! How could I have done something?”

“Don’t ask me how you do your weird dumbass stuff,” Nick says. “Did you send Eddie in there?”

“Absolutely not,” Matt says. Nick stares him down. “But I may have directed Danny to come to the EVP room after the match.”

Nick groans, dropping his hand from the door knob, then pulls out his phone and sends a text.

“What are you doing?”

“Texting Adam,” Nick says. “Ah. He’s not in there. I’m – bye. You deal with it.”

“But -”

Nick steps backward. “Nope! Your problem, your solution.”

Matt frowns as he pushes the door open. To see Kenny, bewildered, looking up from where Danny is ranting to him about…something?

“And then, hockey has all those stupid pads,” Danny says, clearly in the middle of something. “Jesus, you Canadians have no taste. Basketball is clearly superior.”

“I have no idea what is going on,” Kenny says, hands out in front of him. “He just showed up and started yelling at me about my jersey.”

Danny turns around. “Matt, you can’t possibly agree that hockey’s better than basketball.”

“I never said that,” Kenny says. “Um. I’m – I’m gonna go and.” He stops talking as he grabs his bag. “I genuinely have no interest in whatever’s happening here.”

“Bye,” Matt says, and he feels a little bad that he’s glad he has the room. He turns back to Danny. “So.”

“So,” Danny says. He fidgets a little when nervous, not the same kind of stoicism Matt sees from him in the ring. “Why, uh. Why did you ask me to come here?”

“I have an idea,” Matt says. “And you’re totally cool to say no, okay?”

Danny is slowly edging toward the door. “You’re bad at selling whatever this is, man.”

“Do you wanna have sex with me and Eddie?”

Danny freezes in his spot. “Jesus.”

“It’s totally fine to say no!” Matt says. “Like, if you’re not into it. That’s fine. I just. I had to ask.” Matt’s practically bouncing on the balls of his feet, trying to reign in the anxiety. “Because of the kiss, you know.”

“Do you want me to say no?” Danny asks, frowning.

Matt shakes his head. He relaxes. “I really want you to say yes.”

Danny’s face relaxes, slowly building into a smile. “Cool. Yeah. I, uh. That sounds...fun?"

Matt smiles back at him. "Awesome."

"So, I gott ask,:" Danny says, "where’s Eddie in all this?” he asks.

Matt pulls out his phone. “I can text him right now.”

“I gotta go check in with Jericho,” Danny says, and Matt doesn’t miss the eye roll. “But later? I’ll meet you in here.”

Matt nods so hard the bun in his hair that had been holding on for dear life for the match finally falls out. “Yeah. When Dynamite is done okay?”

“Okay.” Danny makes his way to the door, but pauses. He turns around. “Think I could kiss you goodbye?”

“Well, that’s romantic,” Matt says, and he can’t decide if he’s being sarcastic or not. “Sure. I mean, since our kiss was interrupted last time.”

Danny steps in, leaning down for a gentle press. It’s ridiculously cute – no heat behind it, no fight. It’s just sweet. He pulls away, eyes kind. And then he adjusts, rolls his shoulders back, and puts on this hard expression.

Matt recognizes that kind of mask.

“See you later,” Matt calls after him. Danny throws a smile over his shoulder.

~

Matt and Eddie run into Danny at catering, where he’s scrolling his phone with something green in his mouth. Matt wants to ask. But he also kind of doesn’t.

Eddie sits down at the table, with a sigh loud enough to distract Garcia from his phone. “Hey.”

Danny stares dead into Eddie’s eyes as he sucks at the top of the green thing. “Hi.”

“Hi,” Matt says, and he notices the wrapper. “Is that candy or something?”

Danny nods, but he doesn’t take his eyes from Eddie. Interesting. “Yeah.” There’s a hint of a smirk at the corners of his mouth.

Eddie stares at Danny. “The fuck’re you doing with that thing?”

Matt fights a laugh as Danny swirls his tongue across the top of the candy, eyes deceptively innocent as he looks over at Eddie. “I’m eating it.”

“You’re giving it a fuckin’ blowjob,” Eddie says. But Matt notes he hasn’t moved his eyes away. “That can’t be how you eat it.”

Danny sucks the top of it into his mouth and shrugs. He licks his lips, slowly enough that even Matt can tell it’s a performance. “It is. I’m surprised you haven’t tried this before.” Eyes locked on Eddie, he pushes the candy up and, with a flat tongue, licks it off the top.

“Okay, well, that’s excessive,” Matt grumbles, folding his arms over his chest.

“You jealous, baby?” Eddie asks. He grins over at Matt, like he’s the one being a problem. “I’ll give both of you a chance.”

“So you’re in?” Matt asks. He turns to Danny. “You, too?”

Danny’s smile goes a little dirty as he sets the candy down on the table, something that sends a swoop into Matt’s belly. Pure excitement. Something he should try to keep under control, since everyone else can see them. “Course. Wouldn’t have let you two sit down if I didn’t want to.”

“Ground rules,” Matt says. “One. Eddie’s my boyfriend. So. I just want to make sure you know that.”

“That’s not as much of a rule as it is…I don’t know, public knowledge?”

“Shut up,” Matt says, but before he can say anything else, Eddie laughs.

“You trying to be in charge here, baby doll?” Eddie asks. “That’s cute.”

“I can be in charge of him!”

Danny’s jaw drops. “Oh, right, sure.”

“I could.” Matt feels himself begin to pout, and he knows it gives the wrong impression, but he can’t stop. Eddie starts laughing harder. “You shut up.”

“Hmm,” Eddie says, and he tucks Matt’s hair behind his ear, fingertips lingering on the sensitive skin behind Matt’s ear, drawing a shiver from him. “Think you’re forgetting your place, sweetheart.”

“Am not,” Matt says. The pout is at full force now, mirrored on Danny’s face, but Matt’s not sure why.

“Don’t you give me those goddamned boo boo eyes too, Garcia, Jesus.” Eddie leans forward, and Danny’s face settles. Matt chances a look under the table; Eddie’s got a leg between Garcia’s thighs. Unfair. “That’s better.”

“So, how are we doing this?” Danny asks. He turns a smile on Matt and, it’s a very firm reminder of why this is all happening. Matt can’t resist a cute smile.

Matt nods. “Um. I have a king bed, in my room? If you two want to meet in my hotel.”

“Your room,” Eddie scoffs. “Baby doll, it hasn’t been just your room in, like, months.”

“I’m paying for it,” Matt fires back.

Eddie leans in and bites at Matt’s neck, sending sparks up his spine. “You might pay for it later if you keep this up.”

While tempting, Matt has an end goal. “So, tonight,” he says, reaching over to fix the collar on Danny’s stupid polo. “My hotel room. I’ll text you the information.”

Danny nods. He glances around the room, then stands like he’s about to leave. But he leans in to press a tiny kiss to Matt’s lips, then Eddie’s. “Tonight.”

~

“What if he doesn’t show?” Matt asks. His leg is bouncing like crazy, and even pushing down on it doesn’t stop it.

Eddie grabs him around the waist and practically throws him onto his lap. “He’ll show,” Eddie says, “and if he doesn’t, I’ll fuck you good and stupid so you feel better, then I’ll beat the shit out of him for disappointing you.” He grabs Matt by the chin and turns him to look into Eddie’s eyes. “Good?”

Matt nods. “Good.”

Eddie distracts him with a particularly head spinning make out session, something that both takes Matt out of his mind and pulls him fully present into his body, until there’s a knock on the door.

Matt springs up and gets a look at himself in the mirror. He gives up almost immediately on fixing the bun and pulls it out, fixing his hair.

“Tryin’ to look pretty?” Eddie teases. “Come on, you know you look good. Answer the door.”

Matt does. And there stands Danny, looking adorable in a polo and jeans. “Hi.”

“Hey,” Danny says.

Matt didn’t notice until this moment just how much taller Danny is than Matt. “Um. Come in.” He steps aside, and Danny makes his way into the room. Matt’s used to Danny moving with an air of confidence, but he’s more hesitant now than Matt’s ever seen him.

“Hi, Eddie.”

“Hey.” Eddie may be the only person in the room who isn’t having a full on panic at the moment. Matt’s a bit jealous. “You two look like you’re freaking out.” He stands walking over to them. “You freaking out?”

“No,” Danny and Matt say at the same time. It’s weird, but it breaks the tension as Eddie laughs, throwing his head back.

“I shoulda known,” he says, shaking his head. “Come on, breathe. We all wanna be here, right?” He licks his lips as his gaze skates from Danny to Matt.

Matt nods. “Obviously.” He brushes his hand against the back of Danny’s, and Danny turns to him with that sweet little smile. So damn cute.

“Yeah.”

Eddie falls to the bed and brings Danny and Matt with him, and they sit on either side of him. “Now,” he says. “What’re we thinkin’?”

“I wanna kiss Matt again,” Danny blurts out, and he looks so goddamn eager that Matt wants to put him in his pocket.

“Yeah?” Eddie asks. “Well, I wouldn’t say no to seeing that.” He half pushes the two of them off the bed while he leans back on his arms. “Go ahead. Kiss.”

Matt likes this, like Eddie telling him what to do, likes the way Danny’s eyes go big and wanting for him. Danny turns to face him, glances quickly at Eddie, then turns back to Matt. Matt leans in, and he puts his hand on Danny’s neck to draw him closer. Danny’s eyes flutter close as he tilts his head. Matt kisses him, gentle at first, because spooking Danny away from this feels like the worst mistake he could make. The interested sound from Eddie eggs him on, though, so he slides his tongue across Danny’s lips, into his mouth, insisting on a little more control in the kiss.

Danny’s whimpers are a dream, soft and sweet, almost a mewl. Matt chases them over and over again. He goes for an Eddie move, one that’s not as effective since Danny’s a little taller, but he hauls Danny in by the ass and gets a gasps against his mouth in reward.

“Damn,” Eddie breathes. Matt doesn’t even have to turn his head to know the look on his face. “This is fuckin’ pretty.”

Matt pulls away, shooting a grin at Eddie. “Yeah?”

Eddie nods. “C’mere, you two.”

The three of them half stumble over each other as they fall into bed, hands roaming and clothes scattering across the room as the moments pass. Matt lets himself slide off the bed to his knees in front of where Danny’s laying, legs half dangling off the bed.

“Danny,” Matt says, “can I suck your dick?”

Eddie sighs. “Jesus, Matty, you’re shameless.”

Matt pops up to see Eddie rolling his eyes. “What? I’m not allowed to suck a guys dick?” He stares. “You jealous?”

“What? No.”

Danny grins. “You wanted us to suck your dick first, didn’t you.”

“Fuck, what’s happening,” Eddie mutters. It’s the first time Matt’s ever seen him look genuinely confused. “Did you two just gang up on me?”

“Maybe you can be patient this time,” Matt says. He looks up at Danny. “Can I…?”

“God, yes, please,” Danny says.

Matt pulls Danny down the bed so his cock is right in front of Matt’s mouth, red and curved and Matt doesn’t even wait before he dives in, sucking at the head then sliding all the way down to take him to the back of his throat.

Danny’s letting out a novel’s worth of swears, nonsense words and praise mixed with every curse in the book. Matt lets himself imagine his face – open, pretty, desperate.

“Never seen you from this angle, baby doll,” Eddie says, somewhere to the side. His tone is almost reverent. “You look almost as pretty as when you suck my dick.”

Matt rolls his eyes as he pulls back. “Jealous.”

“I’m not jealous,” Eddie says, waving it off. “I’ll have both of you on my cock in no time.”

“Promise?” Danny asks. His laugh is cut off by a moan as Matt sinks back down on his cock, sure to keep his tongue involved.

“You want my cock?” Eddie asks. “You wanna ride me? Get it down your throat?”

“Dunno,” Danny mumbles. “Just – want it.”

Eddie makes a considering sound. “Matt, stop.”

Immediately, Matt pulls off of Danny’s cock. “I was kind of busy.” He stands, wiping the back of his mouth.

Danny frowns. “Yeah, he was busy.”

“This was the worst idea,” Eddie sighs. “Matty, what are you thinking? This was your idea, you gotta have something in mind.”

Matt hops up on the bed and crawls into Eddie’s lap, straddling his hips. Eddie’s hard, and Matt can’t resist rolling his hips to make their cocks slide against each other.

“Oh, no,” Eddie says, grabbing Matt’s hips and holding him steady. “You wait. And quit pouting.”

“Sorry, Eddie,” Danny and Matt say at the same time.

Eddie lights up, grinning. “Oh, I like that.” He studies the two of them, eyes darting back and forth. "Matt, you know what you want?"

Matt thinks he knows what he wants. But he knows Eddie's generally got better ideas in these situations. "Kind of?"

“What if,” Eddie says, sliding his hands up and down Matt's back like it's not the most distracting thing in the world, “Danny, I fuck that tight ass. And Matt, you fuck his mouth.”

Matt blinks. “Usually you fuck me.”

“Yeah, but you asked for something new this time,” Eddie says, swatting his ass. “What do you say, Garcia?”

Matt looks over to see him nodding. “Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, I – I like that.”

“You wanted to play at being a top, baby doll,” Eddie says, leaning in to bite at his pec and run his tongue along one of Matt’s nipples. “What do you say?”

“Yeah.” He exhales as Eddie’s hands grab his ass, fingers digging in. “Yeah, I like that.”

Danny’s eager as hell as he gets on his hands and knees, as Eddie opens him up, as Matt kisses him through gasps and moans and sweet little sounds Matt wants to keep in his pocket.

“You’re just so,” Matt searches for the word, as he kneels in front of Danny. “I don’t know. Cute seems like the wrong word.”

“You’re both cute,” Eddie says. “Danny, you okay? You good?”

Danny’s eyeing Matt’s cock hungrily. Matt wonders if he looks the same way when he’s about to suck dick. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. C’mon, Eddie.” He looks up at Matt. “You, too. You gonna fuck my throat or what?”

“You – why are you being all sweet with him but not me?” Matt asks, getting his cock in his hand.

Danny rolls his eyes. “I’m not being sweet with him.”

“I’m about to be not sweet with either of you if you keep this shit up,” Eddie says. Matt watches as he smacks Danny’s ass, and the way Danny rocks forward, eyes fluttering shut, is good. No, it’s awesome. Matt is a big fan of that.

“Give it to me,” Danny says, almost demands, and Matt supposes that’s his cue.

“Alright, baby, you tell me if anything’s not right, okay?” Eddie meets Matt’s eyes. “You, too.”

“Yeah,” Matt says, nodding. His breathing is a little tight. “Tell me if anything is wrong.”

��Will,” Danny says. He leans forward, and Matt pushes his cock, slowly, into that glorious, wet heat. Danny moans around Matt's dick as Eddie slides into him.

The grin on Eddie’s face is nothing less than knowing. “Hey, baby doll,” he says. “How you feelin’?”

“Good,” Matt says, voice strangled. Danny’s mouth slides down on his cock as Eddie fucks into him, and it’s – it’s new and exciting and bizarre and Matt wants to steal it away for the future. For every future. “Oh, god, your mouth, Danny.”

Danny looks up and winks, and Matt laughs something a little desperate. “Damn.”

“He’s almost cussing, Danny,” Eddie says, picking up the pace, “wanna see if you can make him swear? That’s a fun little trick.”

Danny seems to take that as a challenge, because he swallows Matt down farther. Matt can feel the way Danny’s throat flutters around him, and it’s so fucking transcendent that he sighs out a soft, “Fuck.”

“There you go, baby,” Eddie chuckles, smooths a hand up and down Danny's back, the way he usually does to Matt, who can't bring himself to feel jealous. “God, you feel so good. Knew you’d be good.”

Danny nods and pulls off Matt’s cock. Matt almost whines, but then he sees the look in Danny’s eyes. “Matt,” he says, “fuck my throat, come on.”

“Really?” Matt asks. “I, uh. I’ve never done that before.”

“You wanna do it?” Eddie asks. He’s stilled, giving all three of them time to think. Danny looks perturbed about it. “Up to you.”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, I – I’ll. Yeah.” He runs a hand along Danny’s jaw, the way Eddie does to him. “If it’s too much, tap me on the leg, okay?”

“You pay attention,” Eddie says, looking pleased. Matt feels himself glow under the praise. “Good to know.”

“Won’t be too much,” Danny says. “I swear. Come on, please?”

Matt nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

He does. Eddie and Matt fuck Danny at the same time, the push and pull of it feeling strangely right. The eye contact at this level is something more than Matt could have imagined, something special he won’t forget.

"You two," Eddie says, voice low, "god, what did I do to get the two of you like this?" He pulls off a particularly hard thrust that pushes Danny against Matt's cock, and Matt's legs almost give out on him. "So fuckin' good at this, both of you."

Danny pulls back a little to swirl his tongue around the head of Matt's cock, and Matt brushes his knuckles against Danny's cheeks. It's what he always likes when he sucks Eddie's cock, and, from the way Danny leans into the touch, Danny likes it too.

"You're really good at this," Matt says. 

"Thanks." Danny grins up at him before diving back down, mouth surrounding Matt. 

Eddie laughs. "Fuckin' brats, trying to one up each other. I see how it is." He picks up the pace. 

Danny’s making millions of obscene noises, never losing that smirk around the corners of his mouth, and Matt’s close before he knows it.

“Danny,” he says, “I’m gonna – I’m –” His words disappear in his throat as Danny pulls off. All it takes is a stroke of Danny’s fist and Matt’s – Matt’s coming all over Danny’s face, all over a delighted smile.

“Fuck yeah,” Danny says. His smile has lost all its sweetness, has a bite behind it, and Matt. Well, Matt may be a little obsessed

Matt’s brain is on fire as he gets his breathing under control. “You gotta come, too,” Matt mumbles. He slides down the bed to get a hand under Danny. He’s leaking, so it’s not hard to get a slick motion going. Danny comes with a cry, wordless and desperate, and Matt strokes him through it.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Eddie groans, and, with one last grunt, fucks into Danny. Matt knows his face when he comes. He doesn’t know what it’s like not to be the cause of it. Eddie laughs as he gently pulls out, a gentle hand on Danny’s back. “You good, Danny?”

“Hell yeah.” Danny rolls over and flops onto the bed as Eddie takes care of the condom and steps into the bathroom. “Matt, you good?”

Matt crawls back up the bed and snuggles down next to Danny. “Oh, yeah. That was fun.” He winces. “Uh. Maybe fun’s not the word. Great.”

Danny turns to him. “Fuck yeah, it was.” Matt feels an unfamiliar spark as he sees come – his come – all over Danny’s face. Noticing the expression, Danny reaches a hand up to touch his face. “Oh, man.”

“I got you.” Eddie tosses a towel, and Matt catches it, handing it to Danny.

“Need help?” Matt asks.

Danny shakes his head as he wipes off his face, looking surprisingly put together and unfazed. Matt's never this functional after getting railed. “Better?”

Matt nods. “All cleaned up.”

Eddie drops on the bed behind Matt, yanking him in to bury his face into Matt’s neck.

“Oh, come on, I don’t get in on this?” Danny asks. He scoots backward. “Come on. Hug me, Matt.”

“Now you’re telling people what to do?” Eddie asks. He presses a smile into the back of Matt's neck. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Was not!” Matt and Danny exclaim at the same time. 

“Yup,” Eddie says, laughing, “definitely a bad idea.”

~

Title from PLEASE by Omido and Ex Habit.

The candy Danny's eating is called Pelon Pelo Rico and it's really good. But it takes a lot to eat it without being...slightly blowjobby. I mean I'm sure one could figure out how to eat it without being weird about it, but I don't think Danny would make that effort.

Mini Playlist:

Familiar - Liam Payne, J Balvin

Stop the World I Wanna Get Off with You - Arctic Monkeys

Good for You - Selena Gomez

PLEASE - Omido, Ex Habit

[cam-arts]

8 Palms

[genderfluid-lord-licorice]

After receiving 4 bots in an hour you can understand my confusion when an actual person shows up

i hate the fact that the bots are making a comeback tbh u_u

[sparrowrising]

So. On Friday I got myself a campfire account and, here, on the other side of a time-dilluting black hole, I now have what I think are actually original characters (and not just card-board cutouts of Cruella De Ville), a world filled with details (70% of which will probably never be seen on page) and a skeletal plotline that just might work (until I unavoidably end up rewriting it).

...

Progress!

[lrndvs]

compliments from girls go hard

[bitchfitch]

writing advice for characters with a missing eye: dear God does losing an eyes function fuck up your neck. Ever since mine crapped out I've been slowly and unconsciously shifting towards holding my head at an angle to put the good eye closer to the center. and human necks. are not meant to accommodate that sorta thing.

[alivingtypo]

you can pry starting sentences with 'and' or 'but' out of my cold, dead hands