#but it is what it is now and I gotta make the best of it

[abbinurmel]

I always wondered what it was that put me off about this song, cos far as my tastes go it is not a BAD song, musically, nor was it even the sorta of innocent badness that comes of playing any decent to great song TOO much on the radio, to the point the more they force it down your throat more you grow to despise it. (Which did happen to mild extent at times in retail.)

But there was also this bizarre quality of forced insincerity to it?

I couldn’t pin it down, maybe the lyrics had just a tad much childishness in them, too much ‘clap along with me everybody la la la’ edutainment host vibe, which, even there, should by right have something else going for it, yet doesn’t ….because such kinda pop music or tv icons often has good fun energy…think of shows like Yo Gabba Gabba or LazyTown….such personas whether in Pop or TV entertainment still have that kind of zingy usually obnoxious colorful energy that makes you (when successful) find their glurgey joyous zeal infectious, and danceable, especially as a kid, but, even adults could smile and find enjoyment and positive uplifting wavelengths in. That’s the point, to be pulled into the moment of happiness and exercise or participate along with your kids, or other fools on the dance floor at your sisters wedding. A good Lady Gaga song or DEVO track or Weird Al even, while despite being wildly different artists and have RADICALLY different image and sound demographic goals, they equally completely share this same colorful *vivaciousness* to me.

But Pharrell’s weird. He is missing of that mark to me. But this song encapsulates it, or tries to, so hard, with beautiful catchy smooth modern yet retro beats and the ultra carefree cheery lyrics and this very ‘70s disco soft falsetto’ kinda croon.

And yet, there’s kind of this flatness to it all. The music YEARNS for a Weird Al or a Jack White or a Taylor or just someone with sincere giddy excitement in their vocals here. https://youtu.be/zq7Eki5EZ8o?si=pPPNQH0iSZwU6WHy

I keep bringing up Al Yankovich, because, well, just listen to it… he mimics the sound exactly the same like Pharrell way he usually does in his tributes…but HE brings to this song exactly the energy it has got missing. His unique voice takes this actual sense of HE IS HAVING FUN, nay, HE IS HAVING SHAMELESS AMOUNTS OF FUN into the mix. For some strange reason in his parody cover, clever lyrical humor aside, I genuinely find weird Al‘s energy in his parody version ‘Tacky’ WAY better, way more clap-along-with-me-now! more uplifting than the original. Almost to a point I gotta wonder if he knew on some tiny level this song’s background, and appreciated either the irony or likes Pharrell personally and resonated with him/felt this decent song deserved his energy, enough to creatively motivate Al to do the parody in the very first place??

Am I crazy?….am I overthinking this?

Pharrell in the original one sounds far from miserable, but he still sounds weary to me, the lyrics even kind of gave off this dissonant weariness, yet trying the best they can to instruct the listener to jump for joy, and clap along, as they smile forcibly, wearily, thru it. It reminds me every time I listen to it so much, SO FREAKING MUCH of the times when I will work gigs as a photo booth operator or other roles at Sweet 16s or proms or other major events. You stand there, and are not usually having a BAD TIME, it’s not BAD to be there, the food is good, people are in usually good spirit and paying you decent money to basically just stand around and be there. Yet despite that? You CANT FUCKING WAIT TO GET THE HELL HOME. Every minute is soul rending torture, and you can’t even know why, other than beyond you are just bored and tired, and don’t wanna be here, basking in the glow of a total stranger’s party.

[souljahwwitch]

TATTOO ⊹₊⟡⋆

⊹₊⟡⋆ tattoo artist! thanos x angelic reader (because you all are angelic <3)

⊹₊⟡⋆ you’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo for a while—on your lower back specifically, it looked so alluring, and your whole instagram and brand had the angel vibe to it, so why not

⊹₊⟡⋆ you spent days looking for pictures on what to do, and you found it—great, now you just need to find a tattoo artist, it’s easy with your best friend being almost wholly tattoed, so she sent you thanos’s profile, telling you to book an appointment

@angely/n

hiya! my friend sent me your profile so i was wondering if i can book an appointment :)?

@thanosss

sure thing, just give me your number so i can message you about the appointment since this week is fully booked.

⊹₊⟡⋆ you gave him your number and soon enough he sent you messages about the appointment, next week thursday 6pm, great.

⊹₊⟡⋆ the day came and you couldn’t help but be nervous, he was pretty chill through texts—even sending you memes randomly, but you couldn’t help but sit quietly as you watched him finish up his other client before you.

“okayyy—all done, angel, you ready?” you heard him say, you just gave him a nod, trying to play cool

he chuckled at your demeanor “this is your first time getting a tattoo, right? lemme see what you want again-“

you give him your phone, showing him the cute tramp stamp, he looks at it with a smirk

“gonna be real pretty, just like you, yeah?” he mumbled and out embarrassment you just squeaked out suddenly

“yeah! yeaah-totally..mhm.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ he got you situated so you can be comfortable, he had a cigarette in his mouth—but he could aee that you’re nervous, you were practically shaking, eyes shut and he didn’t even start.

“angel if you wanna do this you gotta relax f’me” he mumbled

“is it gonna hurt?” you asked, he almost wanted to coo—you were so pretty.

“a bit, but look see my shoulder, everytime it hurts you squeeze it and i stop, no questions asked.”

⊹₊⟡⋆ he was staying true to his word, making sure you were comfortable and that it didn’t hurt too much, the more he looked at you the more infatuated he was and he could see it in your eyes too.

⊹₊⟡⋆ when you finally got done, you gave him the money, looking up prettily with that smile of yours, he melted on the spot.

“soo, whatcha think about italian food sweetheart?” he asked—and you knew where it was going, but you didn’t mind at all, you wanted to see where this could go with him

[st7rnioioss]

Ur new au is so good bro I'm so excited to see more! Idk if you so requests but a beach day with inexperienced!reader and bestfriend!Chris would be so fun especially with Chris tryna put sunscreen on inexperienced!reader when he lowkey is being mischievous about it! It's fine if you don't it'd just be so cute

۶ৎ BSF!CHRIS x INEXPERIENCED!READER

˚𝜗𝜚 warnings... fluff, suggestive, chris being touchy and horny!

you laid on your stomach with your back facing chris, one eye pinched shut to avoid the sunlight beaming straight at the two of you.

chris had been trying his best for the past hour or so to keep his eyes off you, but it was terribly hard because of the bikini hugging your figure. so why not subtly get his hands on you instead?

“it’s so hot..” you groaned, closing both your eyes while chris fiddled with the sunscreen, pouring a good amount into his palm.

“yeah, it really is-“ he nodded with a chuckle, putting the tube back into the tote bag you brought, before smearing the cream between his hands. “-and that’s why i gotta get you protected so we can go for a swim to cool off,”

you smiled at his words, grabbing your hair to get it out of the way. chris’s cold palm then met your back, gently massaging the sunscreen onto your soft skin.

“we should get something cold to drink after,” you suggested, feeling chris nudge one of the straps of your bikini off your shoulder, before the other one went too.

“oh- sorry.. i just gotta get your shoulders too,” but was he really one bit sorry? he tried to bite back a smirk when you immediately reached to clutch the remaining small piece of fabric to your chest, a pink hue forming on your cheeks which he thankfully couldn’t see. “but yeah, we should.”

he carried on, sliding his hands down your back to smear in the sunscreen, subtly running his hands down your sides.

chris reached for the sunscreen once more, running a smaller amount onto his hands, before bringing them to the back of your thighs.

“w-what are you doing?” you mumbled, looking back over your shoulder to meet his eyes, batting them innocently at him.

he smiled at you, hiding the mischief in his eyes as he withdrew his hands from you. “sorry, i was just getting the back here too. is that okay?”

you stared at him, but nodded slowly while looking back, staring down at the sand. his hands returned to your thighs, kneading the cream over the back of your thighs, even getting as close as between them, making your breath hitch.

“woah, you okay?” he laughed, his deliberate fingers going back to your thighs as if to cover it up.

chris just couldn’t get his eyes off the tiny fabric covering you, how easily he could just tug it to the side and-

“y-yeah, don’t worry.. keep going,” you muttered shyly, your cheeks heating up once more when he reached for the plush skin of your ass, almost hesitantly smearing the sunscreen on.

but when you didn’t react, at least from what chris could see with your back turned to him, he continued. you held your breath in attempt to not say or let anything stupid slip, his careful fingers rubbing your skin.

while you were a mess over his unhurried touch, chris simply couldn’t resist. the tent in his swimming trunks was awfully evident by now, both his palms massaging the skin of your ass. he was forgetting what his actual quest was before you spoke up.

“a-are you done?” you looked back over your shoulder to meet his eyes, and chris immediately picked up on your pink cheeks.

flustered, he withdrew his hands from your backside with a nod, leaving the two of you more than aroused.

“yeah, sorry- i didn’t mean to, i just- yeah, you’re good,” he smiled awkwardly, his own cheeks surprisingly turning a shade of red.

you smiled at him, completely oblivious to the bulge in his trunks, getting up from the towel you had prettily laid across the sand.

while you tried to push the ache between your legs away, you motioned for him to follow you. “come on, let’s go swim,” you giggled, even reaching a hand out for him.

but he denied it with a shake of his head, clearing his throat while one of his hands made its way to palm his rock-hard dick. “n-no, i have to use the restroom- i’ll be back, you just go.”

and like that, you shrugged it off, turning to beeline for the beautiful, blue ocean in front of you. chris’s eyes shamelessly roamed across your form while forgetting all about the restroom, before he felt his cock throb under the fabric, a quiet groan falling past his lips.

more bsf!chris x inexperienced!reader

𝜗𝜚˚࿔ notes: thank you so so much anon!! thank u for all the requests btw, i promise im working on them, i just had a rough week, so sorry ab the delay!!

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[red-phantom-0]

Neglected Reader x Yandere Platonic Batfam pt 2

continuation of this au -> 🍁

- well anyways, so the reader is stuck in this expensive limbo and they're like " uhhhhh so about the fact you've been avoiding paying your taxes for the past five years -" like reader is just trying to be professional .

- Bruce ignores their comment and just gives reader a cheshire smile and is like " Don't worry about that hun right now we just want to spend time with you " like he's just trying to reassure reader and they're just there like ' WHERE IS THE NEAREST TRUSTED ADULT THIS GRANDPA IS WEIRD ???'

- reader is just awkwardly sitting there like 🧍‍♀️ meanwhile damians just staring at them , enamored . So reader just awkwardly goes on their phone and text their secretary to track their location and pick them up because they are creeped tf out.

- Bruce is trying to be smooth by making dad jokes like " simba was moving too slow so I told him to mufasa "and readers just awkwardly laughing because she doesn't want the old man to feel bad .

- it gets worse when he tries using modern slang like " Hey ( reader's name ) you're so sigma today " and literally everyone in the limbo cringes and damian tells his dad to shut up and to stop embrassing them.

- anyways y'all reach the Wayne Mansion and you try to get out of the limbo but damian literally holds onto your hand and is like " allow me the most handsome , incredible , reliable , intelligent , best looking wayne to escort you out " and readers like okay whatever because he's just a little kid what's he gonna do ???

- so yall enter in and reader is escorted to a fancy living room , so reader sits dowm and whips out their laptop - insistent on being professional and wanting to get this over with so they could go home and take a much needed nap .

- " Okay Mr.Wayne ? It's says here you owe $100, billion to the IRS -" reader starts but then Dick and Jason enters in with big smiles . " Hey sis /bro !!" They greeted them but reader looks at them confused like who the hell are these randoms .

- this makes them both sad and sulk that their adorable little sibling wasn't as joyous to see them as they were to them. In comes tim with Alfred, and the reader perks up at Alfred. " Hey Alfred how are you ? didn't know you started to work for a new family !" Reader greets him.

- everyone just sits there in shock like does reader seriously forget about them - like they know they fucked up big time by ignoring /neglecting them but like they didn't recognize their own family??

- Alfred just politely smiles at reader and is like " Mr./Mrs. (Reader's Name ) I am still working for the same family, your adopted family in fact " he clarified. Reader just stares at him in confusion because like they don't ever recall being adopted ?? Like they've been in foster care they're whole life??.

- reader is just awkwardly like " hahaha hahaha nice joke man " and dick literally dramatically falls to floor and starts sobbing about how reader doesn't love them anymore .

- reader is just like ' wtf ' because like dramatic much and also they thought Alfred was their foster parent and they were just living in a big apartment complex w another family they didn't know they were supposed to be adopted siblings .

- tim literally grabs dick by his shirt collar and picks him up . " It's very nice to meet you :> " tim greets reader. Reader responds with a poker face , " uhhh we lived in the same place for 13 years mate it's a bit late to an introduction, yeah ?" reader says with a deadpan tone.

- everyone just looks at each other awkwardly and reader gets a notification from their secretary that they were outside waiting on them . Reader sighs and gets up from the couch and shoves their laptop into their travel bag . " Alright was nice knowing yall but I gotta dip " reader says and begins to walk right out .

- everyone immediately gets up to chase after them , Damian literally clinging onto their leg, and Jason and Bruce was trying to persuade them into staying saying ' its too late to go outside ' , " it's too dangerous ' . Reader just stops and looks at them both like " yeah grandpa it's 4 pm we know it's your bed time " and walks out the mansion.

- reader walks out , boss bitch style into their own expensive sports car not before waving at them and saying " See you later in court when you get arrested for tax evasion Bruce " and with that they drive off.

- the batfam just stands there in shambles because they failed in kidnapping and convincing reader to stay with them.

[chrissturnsfav]

Can you do a fic about you going on a date with a guy you met, and you go on this date and have to call Chris to save you in the middle of it because the guy starts to make you uncomfortable. Chris ends up confessing his love for you and you do the same ?

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

chris comes to your rescue after a discomforting date, confessing his love to you.

ᰔᩚ fluff, kissing

ᰔᩚ w.c. 777

you thought it might be nice to try something new. dating apps were an experiment, and swiping through profiles felt more like a game than anything serious. when ryan asked you out, you figured, why not? his messages were clever enough, and he seemed normal—or at least, normal enough.

but now, sitting across from him at this dimly lit bar, you're regretting every decision that brought you here.

his jokes are off. not funny, just off. the kind that make your skin crawl, like he’s testing boundaries just to see how far he can push them. you fake polite laughs at first, but it only seems to encourage him.

then there’s the way he keeps leaning in, closing the space between you like he’s daring you to pull back. your drink sits untouched while you nod along to whatever he’s saying about himself—something about his ex, or maybe his job.

why the fuck was he telling you about your ex? absolutely not.

your phone feels heavy in your pocket, a lifeline you’re too nervous to grab. when he brushes your arm, the touch lingers just a second too long, and that’s it for you.

"excuse me," you mumble, slipping out of your chair. "just gonna use the bathroom."

in the cramped stall, you fumble for your phone, your hands shaking slightly as you type out a message to chris.

you hey can u call me?? this date is fucking horrible i need out read, 8:34 pm

the three dots appear almost immediately.

chris wya? read, 8:34 pm

you send the address. no hesitation.

chris i'm on my way j relax for now kid read, 8:35 pm

you exhale, leaning against the stall door. it’s going to be fine. chris always has your back.

back at the table, ryan’s irritation is thinly veiled behind a smile. "you okay? thought you ditched me for a second there."

"just a quick call," you say, forcing a smile. your phone buzzes on cue.

"sorry, gotta take this." you step away again, answering without hesitation.

"i’m outside," chris says, voice calm and steady.

the relief is instant. "okay, thanks, be right there."

you grab your bag, muttering an apology to ryan. "friend emergency. i have to go, i'm sorry."

he starts to protest, but you’re already heading for the door, your heart pounding as you step outside and spot chris sitting casually in the driver's seat.

"hey," he says once you climb into the passenger seat, his eyes scanning you like he’s making sure you’re really okay.

"hey," you reply, and just like that, the tension eases.

the car smells faintly of his cologne, familiar and grounding. "what happened?" he asks as he pulls onto the street, his tone neutral but his grip on the wheel firm.

"he was...weird," you say, shrugging. "too much. i didn’t feel safe."

chris nods, jaw tightening. "idiot," he scoffs.

you glance at him, surprised. "what?"

"him," he clarifies, glancing at you briefly. "for thinking he could get you."

you laugh, a short, nervous sound. “c'mon. it’s not like that.”

he doesn’t respond right away, just keeps driving. finally, he pulls into the parking lot of your apartment and turns to face you, one arm draped over the steering wheel.

"nah, it is like that," he says, voice low but steady. "you deserve better. someone you didn't randomly meet on tinder, who probably just wants to fuck. need someone who actually sees you."

you blink, unsure how to respond. "chris..."

he shakes his head, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "i mean, i’ve been your best friend for years, and i’ve tried to play it cool, but i kinda can’t anymore."

the words hang in the air, heavy and electric.

"say something," he says, his confidence faltering just slightly.

you stare at him, heart pounding. "i think...i’ve been waiting for you to say that."

his smirk softens into a real smile, the kind that makes your chest ache in the best way. "yeah?"

"yeah."

he leans in, slow enough that you can stop him if you want to, but you don’t. when his lips meet yours, it’s not rushed or hungry like all the other kisses you've experienced with men you've met on dates. it’s warmth, steady and sure, like this is exactly where you’re supposed to be.

when he pulls back, his eyes are brighter, his smile a little smug. "took you long enough," he scoffs.

you laugh, shaking your head. "shut up and drive me to get ice cream."

he chuckles, throwing the car into reverse. "whatever you want."

and for the first time all night, you feel completely at ease.

thank you for reading!! <3

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@chrissturnsfav ™

[milktrician]

Hello hello! :D

SQH-SY siblings au for the ask game, please?

I'm pretty sure I wrote this after someone wrote a text post about the idea but idk if I would be able to track that down, or if it existed at all and I'm misremembering. Anyway, I didn't really have a set plot in mind after I wrote this short snippet other than it would be very funny for Shen Yuan to try and actively sabotague Shang Qinghua's efforts to become head disciple of An Ding while looking as innocent as possible. I don't think I'm going to write anymore for this idea as I have other wips I want to focus on but feel free anyone to write out their own interpretation! Anyways, here's what I wrote a few weeks back:

[ Activation code: “Dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel.” System automatically triggered ]

What? What the fuck is this?

[ Host is in the midst of transmigration! ]

No—what? This is a dream, Airplane’s stupid fucking writing must have made me pass out!

Rrgh! I need to punch the fucker IRL!

[ Host would like to see Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky? ]

YES!

[ Beginning transmigration… ]

What?

“Oh! It’s a boy!”

“W-Wait what? Doctor, didn’t you say it was going to be a girl?”

What the hell?

He feels himself get wrapped within a cloth, and suddenly he's enveloped in warmth. He’s being…held?

Any attempt to move his limbs is caught by the cloth wrapped around him. His tongue presses against toothless gums, and his vision is too blurry to make out anything.

No…

“Haha, well surprises always happen! Did you have a name in mind if you two had another son?”

“Ah, well I suppose we never gave any thought to it. A-Yu, you’re always good at coming up with names with your little stories, how about you name your little brother?”

No…

“You…ah, shouldn’t it be up to you two? Like erm. Tradition or something? Like this is a whole baby I sh-shouldn’t be responsible for the name he’ll be called for the rest of his life!”

A woman then laughs above him, 

“A-Yu, I think I’m much too tired to think right now. You’re a smart boy, any name you come up with I’m sure he’ll appreciate it.”

He…died. 

Transmigration’s real!?

AND HE’S A BABY!

Oh—whoever this person is, please don’t name him something stupid.

[ Don’t worry Host! This System has you covered! ]

“…Yuan?” Whoever “A-Yu” is, he said that like he wasn’t even sure of it himself! Thank god he still has his old name in this life at least.

“Shang Yuan…I like that.”

System…where have I transmigrated?

[ This System operates in line with the design concept “YOU CAN YOU UP, NO CAN NO BB”; we hope to provide you with the best possible experience. It is our sincere wish that during your time, you can fulfill your desires and, in accordance to your wish, ‘see Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’ ]

[ Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Important things must be said three times! ]

What now?!

[ User has completed his wish! ]

I…did?

[ Entering Limited Sandbox Mode! Feel free to explore within the constraints of the plot! ]

[ We hope you enjoy the world of Proud Immortal Demon Way! ]

WHAT?

“Ah! He’s crying, give him here.”

“Ahh. You’re so cute lil bro! Cutest baby in the whole wide world!”

A-Yu, or Shang Hongyu, is his new older brother in this life and is maybe eight or nine years older than him. He’s apparently very smart for his age, and their parents are already tutoring him to take over their father’s business.

He hears his older brother sniffle,

“Too bad you’ll probably never see me again in a few years.” he says, “I’ve gotta head to Cang Qiong and make my way up An Ding in the next few years.”

Hold on a second.

His older brother holds him tight against his chest, and from here he can feel his breath shudder.

“I’ve never had a sibling by blood before.”

He’s brought to his sibling’s bed and his brother lays next to him lazily.

“Just a few more years and you guys won’t have to see me again.” his brother says to noone, “They’re…surprisingly good parents, didi. Once they don’t have me to worry about, they can spoil you as much as you want.”

Geez, what kind of weird complex do you have?

Though. Shang surely is a common surname right? Lots of Shangs to go to An Ding!

System where in the timeline are we?

[ System is currently in maintenance for future updates! ]

Fine. He’ll figure it out his own way!

His own chubby fingers are able to grab onto his brother’s robe.

“Gege.” He says, to the best of his ability with his shitty little baby mouth.

He doesn’t expect his brother to burst out crying and start to hug him tight.

[isa-gh0st]

is there a rundown of what's going on with the new mcyt drama? i haven't been following any of them since slightly before the finale of dsmp 0-0

Oh god. Let me try my best here.

I will say, on my main, @isa-ghost, I've reblogged a ton of liveblogging stuff that kind of gives you context in detail? But in reverse order because, yknow, that's how reblog chronology works or whatever.

This don't stop the party edit is a good tldr of the beginning of it all but you gotta pause to really read it so I'm gonna summarize via bullet points too.

XQC (shitty Canadian Kick streamer, misogynist and flaunts his money at every turn) met Trump, wearing a Trump shirt. Is a fanboy of his clearly. Is not the first streamer to do this, esp on Kick

Tommy quote rts his pic of him meeting Trump like "its hard to be more cringe than TommyInnit but you did it"

XQC clapped back saying Tommy went from dickriding Dr*m to making jokes to 17 year old girls irl (which is sexist to say but I digress)

Dr*m gets involved for some fuckign reason (he wants attention that's why) and makes a meme calling all dsmp stans (he later claims he meant inniters specifically) the r slur

Shit BLOWS UP obviously because he called 15 million people a slur in a derogatory way. Makes SO MANY excuses that don't work ofc. Later deletes all his tweets abt it, but prior to doing so he TRIPLED DOWN ON USING THE R SLUR. Tried to excuse it with "I'm autistic" (which personally idk if I believe bc he's such a fucking liar but I also don't follow Dr*m obv so if he posted abt the diagnosis then. Whatever. Anyway)

Tommy, Tubbo, Jack, Sneeg, and so so so many other CCs now have been ripping him apart for the last 48 hours. Tubbo has dissected everything he's said on Twitter and a Reddit post he made yesterday

Last night at like midnight to 3am his time, Dr*m goes live and dissects Tubbo's vod of him dissecting Dr*m's shit and Dr*m GENUINELY CRASHES OUT for 3 FUCKING HOURS, most of which was him projecting on Tommy hardcore and lying and manipulating AS USUAL. If you care enough, I'd watch Tubbo's vod. OR you can probably find a summary somewhere but it's. A lot.

Tubbo went live at 10am CST today dissecting Dr*m's crashout, which lasted FOUR FUCKING HOURS. He was meant to talk to Dr*m directly on stream today but then--

Tommy posted a 5 min vid clapping back very concisely so Dr*m is in the process of making a response vid, therefore he canceled his chat with Tubbo.

Quackity tweeted he would be going live because during Dr*m's crashout he name dropped SEVERAL ex-dsmp members and other people such as Ludwig, a6d, the girl GNF assaulted, Gumball's VA. The list goes on. However, idk for sure if Quackity is gonna talk abt this, all he tweeted was "going live later" basically.

47 MCYT CCs were tuned in to Tubbo's dissection stream today at one point or another. I haven't seen MCYT this united since we all ousted W*lbur for abusing Shelby Shubble (you said you haven't been around since the dsmp finale so idk how much abt that you know. It happened in late Feb last year)

People are welcome to break down these events in greater detail in my reblogs if they're crazy enough!

[dreamsteddie]

This is a second love Omegaverse au inspired by @lexirosewrites fanfiction, Sometimes Goodbye is a Second Chance. It is one of my personal favorites and I have read it many a time and was inspired by it. This is meant to be a part of Slick Sunday but it got really long so I decided to post it like this instead.

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They both find themselves suddenly alone in the world with little notice.

Steve thought he was in love. He was in love. But it turns out she wasn't. At least not anymore.

There had been a single moment of elation when she told him she was pregnant. That joy was quickly and brutally squashed by the admission that the pup was not his, and better yet, she was leaving him for the sire. They were going to take the chance of having her take a competing bond, hopefully beating out the strength of the old one to eliminate it completely. It's dangerous. If it doesn't go right the Omega will likely drop, maybe even lose the child from the shock of two bonds not willing to coexist but not being strong enough to eliminate the other

Apparently, moving on from Steve is enough of an incentive to risk it all.

Two nights later, he feels the bond dissolve. Gone, just like that. Empty where he had once been full. He turns into the pillows, the ones that still smell of her, and weeps. He reaches up to cradle his mating mark, now an empty scar with no meaning.

Eddie knew what he had wasn't love. He doesn't know if he'd ever been in love, but he knows it's not what he has with his Alpha. Without even realizing it, he had fallen into the same patterns of life his parents had tread before him. He met an Alpha at a bar, thought he was the best kind of wild, stayed with him just long enough to think that this was as good as it was going to get, and resigned himself to a bond. His Alpha wasn't the worst, but he was far from nice. He was a bartender who took advantage of his proximity to alcohol with a kind of reckless abandon that Eddie used to indulge in himself.

Then, all of a sudden, Eddie was pregnant. He didn't know how to tell his Alpha. Didn't know how he would react. Would he be excited? Mad? Indifferent? At the end of the day, he never gets to find out. By the time the call comes in to tell him his Alpha had had enough alcohol in his system to wrap himself around a pole, he's already felt the bond break. He thinks he should be sad. He should be devastated, it's the natural way to react, but all he feels is scared.

What is he supposed to do now?

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They're both there to get their scars removed.

It's not a completely unusual procedure, common enough that there are a handful of clinics in town to choose from.

Steve hates it here. He hates the beige walls and the beige chairs and the smell of artificial air meant to cancel out the smell of distress that would no doubt be filling up the space otherwise.

He clocks Eddie first. He looks...vacant in a way that Steve can't help but feel is unnatural for him. He's dressed in all black but not like a widow. Chains and rings and a baggy hoodie brandishing the logo of some metal band he doesn't recognize. He doesn't know why, but something compels him to reach out.

He gets up, "this seat taken?" he asks.

The Omega looks up and, Jesus Christ, he has pretty eyes. Steve doesn't know if he's seen eyes quite like his before.

"Guess not," he says, voice deeper than any Omega Steve has ever met before.

For a while, they just sit. Everyone at these clinics is given a window of time to come in, so they could be stuck in this waiting room for five minutes or two hours. It all depends on how bad the cases before them are.

It's the Omega who breaks the silence.

"So, what are you in for?" he asks, looking at Steve with a little bit of that mischief that looks so natural on him. It makes Steve smile for the first time in weeks.

"Isn't it obvious?" he asks, turning up his wry smile just a little bit "I got dumped. She cheated on me, got pregnant, and now she's gone. Gotta figure out where to go from here, I guess."

If Steve wanted to flatter himself, he would say that Eddie looks shocked at the admission. In reality, he doesn't know what to call that look. He just stares at Steve for a long moment and then says, "Huh, wasn't expecting that one." It's enough to pull a startled little laugh from Steve.

"I'm Steve." he holds out his hand

"Eddie." he takes it.

"So Eddie," Steve says as he releases his hand, "what are you in for?" That, apparently, is the wrong thing to say because the Omega goes from quietly amused to averting his eyes and slumping in his chair.

"My Alpha died last week."

Oh.

Before Steve can think of anything to say to try and spit out the massive foot he just put in his mouth, Eddie is pulling at the collar of the hoodie and tilting his head slightly to reveal his mark. It's different than Steve's which has been red and irritated since the bond broke, upset at not having a match. Eddie's is dull, to say the least. It's like a grey film has been placed over the whole area. He hides it away as quickly as he'd shown it off.

"The wild thing is I don't even miss him. I didn't even really like him!" he says a little too loud for the low buzz of the waiting room, but he doesn't seem to care. "I didn't even like him but then he went and got himself killed and left me alone with a pup I didn't even want! And now I can't bear to give it up even though I know I should because I have no fucking Alpha and no job and I'm going to be a shitty fucking mom and-" By now he's definitely too loud for the waiting room and people are starting to look around like they're waiting for someone to do something and Steve really does not need to be kicked out right now so he does the only thing he can think to do.

Steve wraps Eddie up in an incredibly awkward side hug and starts crooning at him, trying to gentle him into relaxing a little bit. He subconsciously tries pumping out calming pheromones but with the clinic purifiers, it's probably not doing what it's supposed to. He half expects Eddie to push him away. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy who appreciates random Alphas invading his space, but to his surprise, Eddie melts into his side almost too easily. He puts his head right over Steve's sternum, getting as close as he can to that gentle rumbling purr.

"Fuck, sorry, that was too much," Eddie says, voice muffled by Steve's shirt.

"Hey, hey, don't worry about it. That sounds really rough, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your Alpha." he soothes.

Eddie just lets out a little sigh, clearly not planning to extract himself from Steve's hold any time soon. "Like I said, it's not even the Alpha. Honestly, he kind of really sucked. It's just...It all seems so big right now, y'know? I never planned on pups, but now I've got one growing in my belly like some kind of parasite and all I want is to see their little face and hold them in my arms and keep them safe. I want this baby, but I don't know how I'm going to do it."

Once again, Steve doesn't know what to say. He's been abandoned more times than he cares to think about, but never in the same way Eddie has been. He doesn't know what to do, what to say, where this whole thing goes from a kind stranger offering a little comfort to an Alpha trying to insert themselves into a vulnerable Omega's life. He should say nothing. He should hold Eddie for as long as he wants to be held and get the last of his bond removed and start thinking about what to do with his life next.

In fact, that's exactly what he's planning to do, but in the course of step one -comforting Eddie- Steve makes the mistake of leaning his head on top of the Omega's. This close to the source, not even the extra strength air purifiers in the clinic are enough to hide Eddie's scent from him.

Steve has never really believed in scent mates, always thought they were an old wives tale, but he thinks Eddie might just change his mind. Steve has never smelt anything quite it. It's muskier than most Omegas tend to smell but with sweet notes of basil and peaches. It takes every ounce of self-control and a reminder to himself that he has been without a mate for less than a month for him to not start huffing at the poor guy's hair like a lunatic.

All that really means is that rather than continuing to hold Eddie in silence like a normal fucking person, he instead blurts out "I could help you!"

Startled, Eddie backs up enough to look Steve in the eye, his own eyes wide in surprise. He doesn't completely leave the circle of Steve's arms which he counts as a small win.

"What?"

This is Steve's chance to back out. To back peddle and make up something, anything, except for what he's really thinking which is something along the lines of "please be my mate and let me help you raise a child. I think we might be soul mates!"

What he actually says isn't all that better.

"I mean, I could help you with the pup, you know?" Eddie just continues to look at him, eyes getting impossibly wider, "I mean, we just met and that's crazy but I just got a new apartment with an extra bedroom and you seem like a nice guy and..." Steve deflates a little bit, letting the silence linger.

"Steve?" Eddie prompts. A little bit of hope peaking through his words. Just enough to give Steve the push he needs to tell to truth.

"...and I don't know what I want to do with my life anymore. I don't know what to do next. All I ever wanted was a family, but no one ever wanted one with me. So, if you want, you can stay with me. It doesn't have to be permanent but...maybe it could be. Eventually. Your choice." and he means it, is the thing. As bat shit insane as it sounds Steve is suddenly so sure that he could make a life with Eddie. That they could be happy together. Mates.

Eddie is, once again, silent. He's still just staring, jaw dropped searching Steve's face for something. Steve doesn't know what it is he needs to see, so he just lets him look.

"Eddie Munson?" a nurse calls out, breaking the bubble they've built around them. They both startle, instinctively scrambling out of their chairs so she doesn't pass over Eddie for the next patient.

Steve starts to panic as he feels this opportunity start to slip through his fingers. Once Eddie passes through those doors, there's no guarantee that they'll ever see each other again, but he won't push him. What he's asking for is crazy, he knows, and Eddie has every right to flee from him and never look back.

Instead, Eddie whips around. There's more life in him than there has been since Steve first spotted him. There's fear and hope and joy all dancing across his beautiful eyes as he surges back to grasp Steve's hand from where it was lying limp at his side.

"Yes!"

"Yes?"

"Yes! To all of it! Fuck!" Eddie is, once again, being way too loud for this waiting room, but Steve doesn't give a damn about that. How could he care about anything else at all when Eddie is smiling at him like that? "Just, wait for me ok? Or, I guess I'll wait for you since I'll be out first?" he says it more like a question than a confirmation, like he's suddenly scared Steve is going to take it all back.

"I'll look for you." is all he says, suddenly aware of the nurse making her way toward them, clearly impatient to get things started. He wishes he could go in with Eddie. Wishes he could hold his hand through the inevitable pain of the removal and soothe the pup growing in belly reacting to their mother's pain, but he has his own appointment to wait for.

Eddie nods, squeezing his hand just once before finally allowing the nurse to usher him back toward the offices in the back, never looking away from Steve as he does so. Steve gives him a little wave as he passes through the door before collapsing back into the seat behind him.

All that's left to do now is wait for what comes next.

[sandraharissa]

How did they accidentally intimately understand the experiences of mentally ill ppl in s1??? How??? It’s gotta be cos the writers changed right

Ok bcos like, it’s not like Jinx in s1 was a good portrayal of mental illnesses in the sense that it was realistic. I’d actually argue that part of her appeal and what made her work so well is bcos she was undiagnosable. She showed many symptoms of what could be many different issues and so many ppl could relate to her on a basis of one symptom. But what they did with Jinx that made her work so well is that they seemingly understood the emotions and psychology that are shared by ppl with all types of different issues. They didn’t need to understand all the technicalities in terms of, like I said, a realistic portrayal of a specific issue. What mattered was that she felt like a really mentally ill person cos her arc dealt with the struggles of mentally ill ppl. She was portrayed to feel isolated, struggling to communicate/socialize, feeling like she was fundamentally wrong/different, like she inherently didn’t belong anywhere, frustrated with her own symptoms, having internalized guilt, a desire to be loved/accepted, feeling unlovable, trying to hide her issues/symptoms, futilely trying to fit/change her behavior to fit/pass, feeling like a failure etc.

The main betrayal of s2 when it comes to Jinx and her arc was violating that connection that ppl build with Jinx in s1. S2 Jinx is an extremely unrealistic, unrelatable and sanitized portrayal of mental issues.

99% of her symptoms disappeared after she experienced smth that would drastically exacerbate them. Are you pranking me? Is that what I’m supposed to relate to? Quick fixes were applied, like giving her Isha to fix her loneliness but 1)that’s not how raising a child while mentally ill would look like, it would make her struggles worse 2) they cease to portray crucial experiences of mental illness like feeling like you don’t belong cos your behavior is always off, these things don’t just disappear, even when ppl get better there’ll still be these moments, and that’s in a best case scenario. Like trans ppl after finishing treatment saying they got rid of 99% of their dysphoria, but never a 100%. look at how they expertly managed to portray Silco and Jinx having a close loving bond and simultaneously highlight her loneliness and isolation. So she has a kid now bcos single mothers are not famously lonely and isolated ppl right? It was a common point of criticism of Silco that Jinx not having friends amongst her peers is a really bad sign but now she still has no friends but now 1) it stopped being an issue 2) she’s also a single mother now.

The focus was switched from her being portrayed as likely born neurodivergent + traumatized to depression but specifically suicidality. it’s not like in s1 she wasn’t portrayed as depressed/suicidal and you’d think she’d become more so after s1 but that wasn’t the sole focus, but curiously it becomes so in s2. But despite this switch in focus that you’d think would stem from the writers wanting to write about their own experiences or smth that interests them that they think is important it couldn’t be clearer that the writers had zero empathy for the issues they were writing about cos it’s misery porn, a pitfall that many stories that center suicide fall into, glamorizing and romanticizing it. In s1 her worst symptoms like hallucinations were very dramatic and cool-looking visually but it was connected to this fundamental empathy, the understanding of mentally ill ppl as ppl with emotions and what those are. In s2 they drastically switch the portrayal of her issues to fit what they wanted to do with her in s2, and then proceeded to use it solely for cool and dramatic imagery/scenarios. It is completely disconnected from ppl’s real life experiences. The relatability was sacrificed for the sake of following tropes like 'death as redemption' that are supposed to be more dramatic or smth. Having her ping-pong from having no issues to having all the issues throughout the narrative.

Act1: She’s ‘dead inside’, she seems somewhat motivated at some point only for it to be revealed she was planning suicide – alright season, nice, what’s next. Act2: she’s just completely alright now from the get go, her hallucinations show up only when she first finds out Isha’s in danger. why? who knows. It’s like the writers understood that for them that would be a particularly stressful situation so they use the imagery of her illness to communicate she’s super distressed in this moment. So they used the imagery of mental illness not to convey mental illness and how it interacts with her life but as a dramatic-looking shortcut to convey a strong emotion, one that any other character would feel in this situation. Otherwise she’s doing better than she ever was, even in s1a1, and then Isha dies. Act3: so now she 100% ’wants to die’ again and it’s super depresso but then she has one conversation with Ekko and she’s again doing super good and then she dies by semi-suicide but she’s happy doing it and it’s like. beautiful? ok.

[eggcompany]

Between Buddies

Viktor never enjoyed touching himself. He attempted to go through the act of 'jerking off', all boys liked to make himself cum. Except him. He just couldn't make himself feel that way. Jayce, his best friend, however, often and fruitfully made himself orgasm. And spoke about it without much care. So when he offered to give Viktor an orgasm, just to chill him out a bit, Viktor let him. He trusted Jayce, and he had heard the rumors girls spread, and the stories Jayce gloated about. It was Jayce after all, and Viktor always got a little warm under the collar around him anyway.

“Sorry, I was jerking off.” Jayce said as he ran a few minutes late to meeting Viktor for a coffee. Their usual meeting was a relaxed event, but he always apologized when late. 

Viktor had just gotten off of work, the library was a good job, not too tiring on his leg. Gave him enough time to walk to their coffee shop and get settled by the time Jayce arrived too. 

Viktor turned red and huffed, rolling his eyes as his cheeks got warm. 

“Don’t be crude. I ordered for you anyway.” Viktor said as Jayce got settled in their usual corner seat, under the vent, so Viktor could stay warm. 

“What, like you don’t?” Jayce said and rolled his eyes. He was always more open about his sex life and personal matters than Viktor ever was. It usually took more than a few drinks to get him comfortable enough to talk about his own person. Jayce never understood it. 

“I’ll have you know for a fact, that I do not. Now can we please-” Viktor said and tried to pull out the paperwork he wanted to talk to Jayce about, a blueprint he had been working on that needed an engineer’s eyes. Jayce cut him off though. 

“What do you mean you don’t? I mean I know you don’t like… jerk off jerk off but you’ve gotta get off. You’re still just a dude.” Jayce said skeptically. Viktor wasn’t shy about his gender, he didn’t bring it up or talk about it, but if you asked, he’d tell you. Or you walk into the shared bathroom at the lab they both take night classes at and you catch your, assumed , male best friend with a bloody hand and a wrapped up pad getting shoved into the trash can. And assume he hurt himself without telling you. And get lectured about menstruation and learn way too much about your guy best friend with a vagina. 

But he was still a guy . Guys jerk off, guys like making themselves cum. 

“Jayce. I don’t. I never have. Now can we please -” Viktor cleared his throat and his face got hot up to his ears. He didn’t like talking about it because he didn’t know enough about the subject. 

“What do you mean you never have? Don’t? You don’t jerk off?” Jayce asked incredulously, voice getting louder with every question. Viktor hit him in the ankle under the table with his cane, shushing Jayce, raising his hands up to try and cover his mouth. 

“I mean come on Viktor, you can expect me to believe that. You’re twenty three, you’ve got to have had at least a couple orgasms.” Jayce said as he sat back against his chair, slapping away Viktor’s hands. He sipped at the glass of water Viktor had for him already. He relaxed against the cushion on the seat, relaxed. 

“Jayce, I can’t and I don’t know how, so can you please drop it.” Viktor said, exasperated, as the waitress came to drop off their plates of food. Jayce gave her a smile and a wink before digging into his usual burger, extra ketchup, no pickle, no mustard. They’d been friends for long enough Viktor knew Jayce’s order at every restaurant they frequented. Jayce knew his too, mostly because he got the same thing if possible. 

“I mean, I could show you. It wouldn’t be a big deal, just a… thing between buddies.” Jayce said nonchalantly as he sipped at his drink and wiped his mouth on his napkin. Like it was something normal to say. 

Viktor froze over his salad, staring down at it, grip on his utensil tightening enough to leave marks in his palms. 

“Jayce, don’t say ridiculous things.” Viktor said, voice serious but wavering. The thoughts that suddenly flooded his head were…unsteadying. 

Jayce looked at him, eyes catching for a moment before he shrugged and went back to eating. Viktor’s hands shook a bit as he ate the rest of his meal. 

The meal was silent, just eating in silence until Jayce stood up, stretching before going to pay their tab. The only sound for the next few blocks was the clack of Viktor’s cane on the sidewalk and the heels of Jayce’s boots thunking out of rhythm as they made their way toward Viktor’s apartment.  

“I wasn't joking about it, Vik. If you want, I could show you. At least get you off once, just to help you chill out. It’ll be good for you.” Jayce said calmly as they walked, easy going and not a hint of teasing. He said it so sincerely, like when he offered to carry Viktor when he had bad pain days. 

Viktor got a lump in his throat and his face got darker red. He kept walking but let himself bump into Jayce, agreeing silently.  

Viktor didn’t say anything, there were other people on the sidewalk. He could say something so crude, he wasn’t like Jayce. He didn’t say goodbye and part ways with Jayce like usual, letting the other man follow him to his apartment. 

As soon as the door closed Viktor huffed. Jayce was alway at home in his ground level apartment, Viktor leaned against the front door. 

“If your offer is a sincere one, do you promise not to laugh at me or make fun of me if I fuck it up?” Viktor asked seriously, voice lower and twinged with anger. Jayce smiled, that soft look on his face as he kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket on the rack nearby. 

“Viktor, I've been your best friend for years now. Trust me.” Jayce reassured and reached out, giving Viktor’s arm a squeeze. He looked so honest, eyes true and genuine. 

Viktor swallowed looking at his best friend. Best friend . Handsome, smart, tall, buff, perfect best friend. If they were going to do this, if he was going to do this, he would be in the best of hands. He knew for a fact the amount of girls who praised Jayce to the heavens. 

“I trust you. I don’t… know where to start.” Viktor said, shoulders slumping in defeat. He wanted it. He wanted it so bad. So many nights grinding on stuff just to feel more amped up. Fingers, a pillow, the shower head, everything he’d tried nothing… nothing got him there . Wherever there was. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever orgasmed on account of he didn’t know what it would feel like if he had. He didn’t like not knowing, he didn’t like being ignorant. 

Jayce hugged him, pulling their chests together. Viktor did always like Jayce’s affection, his big warm body offering soft lasting comfort. Jayce rubbed his hands up and down Viktor’s back, playing with the bottom of his sweater and the tails of his button up underneath. Viktor let his hands settle in the small of Jayce’s back, resting his head against the other man’s shoulder. 

“I’ll take it slow, V. I’ll make it good for you, promise. Let’s go get you in bed. First step, get nice and comfy.” Jayce explained, voice quiet. Viktor could feel the words as they rumbled from his friend. He took a breath in, just inhaling the rich scent that followed Jayce, manly and nice. He nodded and took Jayce’s hand in his free one, walking together to his bedroom. 

His bedroom was how it always was. Neat and tidy, mess everywhere else, nothing on the floor. He set his cane down by the door and moved to lay down on the bed, but Jayce stopped him short, standing face to face beside the bed. 

“Let’s get you out of these slacks. Gotta have access.” Jayce said breathily as he undid Viktor’s belt, flicking open his buttoned pants. Jayce looked down, almost hiding the way his own face was rosy red, from the tips of his ears to his neck. 

“I want to… to keep my shirt on.” Viktor said, holding onto the bottom of his button up, not to exactly cover him up just to… feel more secure. Not so looked at. Jayce nodded with a soft smile and let go of Viktor’s pants for a moment, the heavy fabric wanting to drop to the floor by itself, Viktor holding it up for the moment. 

“Well, I’ll even the playing field, and I don’t really wanna get stuff on this shirt.” Jayce said as he lifted his own nice long sleeve shirt up and off, baring his thick muscles. His broad shoulders and thick arms, his strong chest and carved torso, his dark nipples and dusting of hair. 

Viktor looked at him, something stirring deep in his gut, the same one that happened most of the time he spent with Jayce. He pushed his own pants down, his white underpants going down with them, over his socks, before he toed those off too. Was wearing socks while… doing whatever this counted as weird? Was he supposed to wear them? 

He stood there in his sweater and button down, they hung down enough to cover the tops of his thighs, and his leg brace, metal and glaring against the snow white expanse of his skin. Jayce leaned in, lips against Victor’s temple, just sharing warmth for a moment before he spoke again. 

“Lay on your back, get comfortable.” He guided, a hand grazing up Viktor’s side. Viktor didn’t move, suddenly there was far more warmth than there had been before. Jayce was so… and he was so close and warm and they were doing something so….

Viktor blinked a few times before nodding. 

He didn’t look at Jayce as he laid down on his back, moving to grab his blanket and stuff it under his sides, trying to get comfortable on his back. He usually slept on his belly, all his pillows and blanket just so because he didn’t wear his braces to bed. But with the brace on, he just tried to get comfortable for the moment. He laid back, head on a pillow, legs straight out, feet together, shirt still down but rucked up enough to show himself. 

He couldn’t look at Jayce knowing he could see what was between his legs. Jayce knew he was trans, but that didn’t mean he knew knew. And no one had ever looked down there at him. Especially not the way Jayce was looking at his body, eyes full of something animalistic, something… deeper. 

“Viktor…. I can’t get my mouth on you like this.” Jayce teased, voice deeper, more gravelly as he knelt up on the bed. He smiled as he playfully poked the bottoms of Viktor’s feet, getting him to move his legs, spread them out over the bed. His hands guided them more open, flat on the bed but spread wider, really showing what had been hidden. 

“Yo-your mouth? What do you mean your mouth?” Viktor asked as he sat up a bit, legs bending on the bed, knees picking up a little. His mouth? Oral? That wasn’t masturbation, that was not jerking off. Jayce gave a sharp smile, leaning forward so Viktor would fall back onto the bed. 

“It’s my specialty, the one way I know for sure I can make you cum. Don’t worry. It feels good, trust me.” Jayce said, settled back between Viktor’s spread ankles. Viktor swallowed his nerves and laid back down, watching Jayce as he gently spread his legs apart enough to fit between them, laying on his belly on the mattress. His eyes were trained on Viktor’s pussy, hunger, that’s what filled his eyes.

“Just breathe Vik. Breathe through the whole thing. Tell me if you feel like an attack is coming up.” Jayce said with no judgment in his voice when he noticed how Viktor’s chest stopped moving. He watched Viktor breathe, measured practiced breaths, mentally making a note of his inhaler on the bedside. 

“Okay.” Viktor said finally, settling into the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Jayce was looking at his genitals, half naked in his bed, about to make him have his first orgasm. This was fine. It was Jayce, it was fine . 

Jayce ran his hands up and down the insides of his thighs, closer each time, following his hands until hot breaths were blown over the brown hair that covered his rosy prize. 

Viktor let out a shaky breath as he imagined what Jayce was seeing. He could feel the wetness starting to stick to him, he knew it was red and plump down there. He didn’t know if it looked okay, if it looked correct, if it was what Jayce had been expecting. 

“It’s good, you’re good. Now just put your feet… yeah up here on my shoulders. You can push me away if you want, you can just put your weight into me. You’re gonna wanna move, wiggle around, don’t hold back. Alright?” Jayce explained as he moved Viktor’s legs, picking them up so his feet were resting on his shoulders, knees up high up, spread open under him. Strong shoulders pressing against the backsides of soft thighs. His hands slid down the outside of his legs, resting low on his stomach, big rough work worn hands laying before his brace, resting against soft spotted skin. 

“Yeah- okay.” Viktor breathed out and reached down, grabbing onto Jayce’s hands. Jayce smiled and pushed Viktor’s shirts up, out of the way of any mess, just past his hands. He stayed there for a moment, just holding his hands, their eyes caught together. Jayce had a hot look in his eyes, one that made Vik clench up, made his stomach kinda fluttery, a wave of heat coursing through him, head to toe. 

“Do you want me to make you cum even if you tell me to stop?” Jayce asked, breath hot, each word cresting over Viktor’s wet folds, damp hair, making him shiver. His toes curled against Jayce’s warm skin, hips shifting to shy away. 

That made Viktor pause. Did he? Did he want to scream stop and for Jayce to keep going? Was that… Would he want to stop? Was it going to hurt? Was it going to be so overwhelming he’d say anything, but… be worth it? Would it be worth it even if he screamed? He was willing to take that chance, it was Jayce . He’d never do anything bad. 

“Please.” Viktor whispered, eyes watching as Jayce took a second to consider before easing down to press a kiss to his mound.  Viktor gasped, tensing, flinching away as he grabbed onto Jayce’s hands. 

“Just relax, don’t watch, just feel it.” Jayce said, voice deep and low and gentle. His eyes, dark and dilated, were still holding Viktor’s. 

Viktor took in a shuttering breath and forced his muscles to relax, his legs, his stomach, all the parts below. This was fine. This was between him and Jayce and nothing else. This was just… between buddies. Between them. 

He eased back down against the bed, looking up at the ceiling, forcing his lungs to take even, measured breaths. He didn’t let go of Jayce’s hands, just relaxed, letting them rest together, still touching. 

“Ready?” Jayce asked, lips pressing against his mound. Viktor nodded, closing his eyes as he blew out a shaky breath. He kept his eyes closed as he felt all the new sensations. Jayce’s warm breath coast over him, the warmth of his hands, the plush muscle of his shoulders, how steady he was. 

And then there was something so smooth, gliding between his lips. Warm, wet, weirdly textured, flat and wide as it traced from the start of his slit all the way up, one motion. Viktor let out a sound, something he’d be ashamed of if he thought about it. It was strange, as it happened again, the slow, smooth motion over his hot flesh. It was… nice. 

A shock rang through him on the fifth go through, a shock making his entire body jump as that tongue found his clit, circling it languidly a few times before lips sealed around the bundle, softly sucking. 

“Oh! O-oh” Viktor moaned out, shiver cracking down his spine, eyes rolling back as he melted into the bed. It felt good . Incredible, electrifying, startling all at the same time.

He could feel Jayce’s face against him, suddenly aware of every single inch that touched him. 

It was slow, just like Jayce had promised. Viktor sighed, light moans flowing from his lips as Jayce’s warm, sure tongue moved against him, around his hole, hitting nerves that felt almost tickly, up to his clit that was more shocking and sharp, it felt like Jayce was dissecting him, taking him apart with every lick, every suckle. Viktor noticed his scruff that was rubbing against his outer lips, the insides of his thighs, his mound. It was all the more stimulating. 

He was soaked, he could feel the way Jayce’s face was getting slick and messy. It was… it wasn’t overwhelming. It was so arousing, it was pleasurable, it felt good. It wasn’t too much. He didn’t wanna say stop. 

Jayce hummed, a pleased little noise, only a little, and Viktor moaned. It was like a rattle had shaken through his center, a vibration tingling his nervous system. He kept breathing, making sure to do what he was supposed to. He didn’t want to mess up, just holding Jayce’s hands against his own belly and breathing. 

“Alright?” Jayce asked, pulling back, a string of slick connecting them together. Viktor looked down, relaxing as he saw how red Jayce’s face had grown. 

“Ye-yes. Very alright.” Viktor said, a smile breaking out on his face as he realized it was going alright. It was okay. It wasn’t scary or overwhelming or negative. It was fantastic. His Jayce was giving him this, like a gift, and it was perfect . 

“Good. I’m gonna go a little deeper now.” Jayce said, smiling back, giving Viktor’s hand a reassuring squeeze. Viktor breathed a big breath out and settled back onto the bed, hips moving a bit to get comfortable again before nodding. 

Jayce’s face pressing into him. His tongue was back, pressing deeper into him, swiping over his hole with purpose. Pressing against it and then running over it before finally, finally, pressing in . 

Viktor let out a choked noise, hands clenching up as his thighs shook on either side of Jayce’s head, trying to close, broad shoulders keeping them spread. It was tremendous, not painful or overwhelming but… tremendous. Dizzying as nerves stretched around forgiving muscle, as scruff was sharp and brush-like against his inner lips, spiked hitting nerves head on, body spread out on his own bed. 

Jayce kept going, tongue rolling across him before dipping back in, kissing him there, soft lips on Viktor’s soaked opening. It was a building pressure, boiling up under a sealed lid, making his muscles jump and give away at the same time. 

Viktor didn’t realize his nails were digging into Jayce’s palms, heels pushing down onto his shoulders, that his hips were twitching and grinding against Jayce’s face, dragging his clit against his nose with every jerky thrust. Viktor was panting, noises being pulled from his chest, pressure was getting to be too much. He felt soaked, thighs shaking, he felt almost raw, not in a painful way but in a seen way. It was getting too much, sweat was growing on his brow and his head was getting light and heavy at the same time. 

“Jayce- no- no, no, no, ah! I’m gonna gonna-stop! Stop!" Viktor cried out, his abdomen clenching and unclenching, spine rising from the bed before slamming back down. It was too much, the stimulation making him feel breathless, making his whole middle ache. The pressure was overwhelming him, drowning him in the air. He felt like he couldn’t move, couldn’t get away, couldn’t get close enough either, it was agonizing. 

Jayce pulled back only for a second, only slightly, eyes blown as he glared up at Viktor. 

"You're almost there. Just scream and let go, you're so fucking close, Vik." Jayce rumbled, voice coming from somewhere deep in his chest. It made Viktor whine, mind so numbed he was sure he couldn’t make words if he tried. Viktor shook his head against the bed but laid back down, letting Jayce dive back in. 

Jayce didn't hold back, pressing his face in tightly, diving into lap at Viktor's hole, moving so his nose rubbed up against his clit at the same time. He kept going, unyielding as Viktor struggled under him. 

Viktor couldn’t hold still, couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. He was sure he wasn’t actively in his body, it was so indescribable. He didn’t know if he was doing what he was supposed to, but he couldn’t control himself. It was like being pushed under rushing water and being shocked with pure electricity. 

And then it was like reemerging from the water, feeling the current around your body, the electricity through gloves, tingling and bright. Like pure relief, when medicine hits the pain in an instant. Fresh air after working in smog, exhaustion and elation escaping from every pore. 

His heart was racing, and when the ceiling finally dialed back into focus, his eyes started to work again. He was shaking, a headrush making him a little dizzy as he just laid there. He blinked and realized he was crying, tears making his eyes feel puffy and wet. It was like he was sitting in a puddle of himself, emotions rushing through him. It was overwhelming, scary even. He could feel the rivers of tears that had slipped down the sides of his face making his hair wet.  

“‘Ayce?” He asked into the air, the first letter getting hung up in his throat. Then there he was, Jayce warm and solid, study and dependable, against his side. Jayce wrapped him up in his arms, nestling him against his chest. Viktor just focused on relaxing, to get breath back into his lungs as his brain slowly came back on. 

“Did I do it?” Viktor asked, brain at half power as he looked up at Jayce’s face. So handsome, he thought dumbly. Jayce smiled and nodded, a hand rubbing over the bone of Viktor’s hip. He cocked his head to the side and gave Viktor a strange look. 

“Yeah. You did it. You made a big mess, you didn’t notice?” Jayce asked as he looked down at where he’d cleaned Viktor up with a washcloth from the bathroom before cleaning himself up. 

Viktor slowly followed his eyes and looked at himself. He didn’t see anything. He reached down, shaky hand going between his legs to press against himself. He yanked his hand back, hips jumping away, sparking flying that made his stomach hurt. 

“I came.” Viktor said as he relaxed against the bed, catching his breath once again. Jayce huffed a laugh and gave him a squeeze. 

They laid there for a while, Viktor just breathing, Jayce petting over his hips, thighs, and nuzzling into his hair. Viktor was in between sleep and awake, enjoying the bone deep feeling that soothed his soul itself. It was magic, feeling so content, so satisfied. It was unexplainable. And it was all because of Jayce. 

Jayce. 

“Do you want… a handjob?” Viktor asked all of a sudden, making Jayce burst out laughing. His big laughter, the one that shook from his belly, the one that cracked through the air like sunshine itself. Viktor stared at him, enjoying that sound. 

“No, no Vik, I don’t want a handjob. I came when you did.” Jayce said between giggles, looking at Viktor with a sort of… fondness. It made Viktor’s face get hot again. And then confusion flooded him, Jayce was jerking off when he was… No, because Viktor never let go of his hands. 

“How?” Viktor asked and Jayce sighed, sitting up, putting some distance between them as Viktor sat up too, suddenly very aware he wasn’t even wearing his underwear, pulling his undershirt down to cover himself. Jayce stretched his arms and yawned, absentmindedly scratching his chest hair. 

“I like giving oral. I was rubbing against the bed mostly though. And when you came, you screamed so loud and you taste so good, I came in my pants.” Jayce explained, a sparkle in his eyes like he was delighted. Like it was a fond memory, something he’d cherish later. 

Viktor felt a twinge in his gut, and his head felt hot. He rolled over and cuddled into his bed, pretending like he wasn’t cold and still wet between his legs. Jayce hummed and pulled at the blankets, yanking them out from under Viktor before covering them both up, big spooning behind him. 

“Are we gonna do it again?” Viktor asked as sleep fell heavy on him, warm in his home. Jayce nodded and wrapped his arms around Viktor, hand laying on his still nude belly. 

It was nice. Whatever this was. Just between buddies. 

AUTHORS NOTE-

I was inspired to write this by some art I saw on bluesky by the incredible flowerzips! On bluesky their @ is 'xip' but I believe it is also on twitter under 'FlowerZips'!!

I linked the art and showed it in the original AO3 posting on my account. Please go love them, they make incredible Jayvik art, and more!! Love them so much their art rocks my world!!!

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Omfg your writing is so cute !! I already requested a couple times before but I just can’t help it

Sonic x reader that admires Shadow, But Sonic misunderstands this as reader having a crush on Shadow when reader just sees Shadow as a mysterious, cool role model, so this causes Sonic to try and compete and up throw Shadow in order to gain readers affection. Only for reader to confess to Sonic and him being confused like “i thought you liked Shadow???” And reader explains that they just admire him and look up to Shadow, but Sonics the one they actually like!

Sorry if this is hard to understand but take your time!

🐛

“The Wrong Idea”

Pairing(s): Jealous Sonic the Hedgehog x Reader, background Knuxadow/Shadknux (Knuckles x Shadow)

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: Sonic the Hedgehog never got jealous! At least…that’s what he tells everybody. So why was it always that faker that made him feel this way?

Notes: Wooooo, request number seven (eight?- technically the eighth one I’m posting-)! And don’t feel bad for requesting multiple! I’m having fun writing these!

(Reader will be gender neutral.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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Sonic the Hedgehog never got jealous.

At least…that’s what he told everyone.

But right now, it seems like he wasn’t telling the truth.

He has no clue why, but every time he sees you chumming up with that faker, he gets jealous.

He knows it’s selfish, but he wants your eyes on him, not Shadow of all mobians.

Right now, you and Shadow were outside of Rose’s Bakery, Amy’s bakery that she set up with the help of Vanilla and Cream, eating sweets and drinking bubble tea.

Shadow had some kind of coffee-flavored one with tapioca bubbles (because of course he did), while you had a simple fruit tea with your favorite fruit-flavored bubbles.

…Not that he remembered your exact order each time you go to Rose’s…

Oh, who was he kidding. He had a massive crush on you but he was 90% sure you had a crush on the faker.

So all he had to do was one-up him, right?

Sonic zoomed off, paying for a bouquet of your favorite flowers, before zooming back over to where you and Shadow were, only to find you both gone.

His ears droop in disappointment, the flowers drooping as well in a sad yet funny irony.

“(That’s okay, that’s okay. You’ve just gotta catch ‘em next time!)” Sonic thinks to himself. “(It won’t be that hard! You’re the fastest thing alive after all!)”

The next time he sees you both, you’re on your way over to a movie theater, chatting on the way there.

Bingo!

“Hey [Name]! Shads! Good to see you guys!” Sonic says, zooming over to you both.

“Oh! Hey Sonic!” You say, waving at him with a warm smile on your face, one he always cherished.

“Sonic,” Shadow acknowledges. “What are you doing here?”

“Well sheesh, can’t a guy say hi to his friends without the suspicion??” Sonic asks. “Anyway! What are you guys up to?”

“[Name] offered to take me to see a movie in theaters, to have the “full Mobius experience,”” Shadow states, doing air quotes with his hands.

“Oh, sweet! Mind if I tag along?” Sonic asks.

“You sitting still in a theater for hours? Doubtful,” Shadow states.

“I can too sit still in a theater,” Sonic grumbles.

“Sure thing! Though, we are going to see a horror movie, just warning you in advance,” you tell Sonic.

He makes a “Pshhh!” sound, waving you off.

“Puh-lease! Horror is my middle name!” Sonic states.

“I thought it was Maurice-” you start, only for Sonic to take your hand in his, gently pulling you along.

“C’mon! We wanna get the best seats!” Sonic states.

Boy, was Sonic not prepared for this movie. Luckily (or maybe not so luckily, he hated seeing you scared), you weren’t, either, with you and Sonic clinging onto each other every time there was a scary scene.

When you all exited the theater, you were still slightly shaking.

“R-Remind me not to trust movies with holiday names in them anymore…” you mutter.

“You did say it was gonna be scary, [Nickname].” Sonic tells you.

“Would you like me to take you home?” Shadow asks, holding out a hand for you to take.

“I’ll take ‘em home, Shads!” Sonic suddenly announces, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Besides! I can get them there lickity-split!”

“I appreciate that, Sonic,” you say with a small smile, and Sonic swears he sees a light blush on your cheeks, but he brushes it off.

“Sure thing!” he tells you, before scooping you into a bridal-style carry. “See ya later, Shads! Now hold on tight, [Name]!”

You wrap your arms around Sonic’s neck and he rushes off towards your home to get you back safely.

A few days later, when you texted him asking him to meet up, he was nervous.

What if you were mad at him? What if you told him you didn’t want to be friends?

What if you were dating Shadow?!

He took a deep breath, exhaling sharply.

“Calm down, Sonic. They just want to talk with you. It’s fine,” Sonic says to himself before rushing out of his and Tails’ shared home.

Getting there in the blink of an eye, Sonic immediately notices something.

You.

You’re dressed in a really nice outfit and you have a picnic set up, hiding something behind your back.

You look-

“You look gorgeous…” Sonic mutters aloud.

Your face turns pink, and you look to the side, a bit embarrassed, but you wave him towards you, which he does, sitting on the blanket next to you.

“So…” you start.

“So…” he continues.

You clear your throat with one hand before bringing out what was behind your back; a bouquet of blue orchid flowers, Sonic’s favorites. You hold it out to him and he takes it with a shocked expression, his face tinted pink, cradling the flowers carefully.

“I- But- We- I thought-” Sonic sputters. “I thought you had a crush on Shadow!”

You blink twice before bursting out laughing, hunching back before hunching forward, wiping a few tears from your eyes.

“No, silly! I’ve liked you this whole time!” you tell him. “Shadow felt like a mentor to me. And don’t tell him I told you, but he came to me for love advice.”

“Love advice??? Him???” Sonic questions. “Who could he possibly like??”

Looking around, you cup a hand around your mouth before whispering in Sonic’s ear, and Sonic’s face quickly morphs into one of genuine shock.

“HE HAS A CRUSH ON WHO?!” Sonic yells.

“Don’t say it so loud!” you tell him, letting out another laugh.

“I just- Knuckles???” he questions. “I would’ve never thought!”

You giggle before placing a kiss on Sonic’s cheek, a smile appearing on both of your faces.

Neither of you could be happier.

[ragingbookdragon]

Can't Make Somebody Be Made For You

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 1.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I made a sad

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When she cracked the door to her quarters open and saw Rooster standing there, all traces of sleep and irritation faded from her as she asked, “Bradley?” her gaze flickered over her shoulder to the clock on her nightstand. “It’s 0200. Why are you awake?” she rubbed her eyes. “We’ve got training at 0500.”

He looked at her. “Did you know that Mav pulled my papers at the academy?”

She blinked. “What?”

“Did. You. Know.” He repeated. “Did you know he pulled my goddamn papers?”

Her gaze lowered against the fury in his, and she opened her door for him. “Not exactly a hall conversation, Bradley.”

He stepped inside and immediately turned on her, gazing into her eyes. “You knew my papers were going to get pulled, didn’t you?”

“Bradley,” she started, and he held up a hand, jaw tightening.

“You did. Christ, you knew Mav was going to pull them and you didn’t warn me.”

With a sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t know beforehand.”

“But you did after?” he shook his head, rephrasing, “You knew why, after.”

“…yeah.”

“Why?” he asked, and she looked up at him.

“Bradley…”

He knelt before her, taking her hands in his own, staring at her. “You’ve been my best friend my entire life. You’ve never lied to me. Don’t start now.”

She bit her lip. “You won’t like the answers…”

“I need to know,” he stressed. “I want to know why he pulled them. Please,” he begged. “I’ve been in the goddamn dark my entire life. You have to tell me.”

“Okay,” she sighed softly. “Okay…” inhaling and exhaling, she patted the bed, and he stood up, sitting down next to her. “When I heard you got pulled from candidacy, I went to dad. He said it wasn’t any of my business but…” she trailed off and then said, “I listened in on his and Mav’s conversation about it later that night.”

“And?” he asked.

She frowned. “Your dad…when he died…your mom…” she struggled with how to explain it. “It was like losing a part of herself. And before he died, every time he went up, I know that fear was always there that she would lose him. And when she did…” she looked at him. “Bradley, she couldn’t lose you either.”

His brows furrowed and he managed, “My mom told Mav to pull my application?”

“She was trying to keep you safe, Bradley,” she whispered. “She couldn’t lose you like she lost Nick.”

His expression crumpled, shoulders slumping as he took in the revelation; it hurt to see her best friend like that.

“Mav was only doing what he thought was best.”

“Best for who? Him? My mom?” he shot back in frustration.

“For you,” she answered. “Bradley…he promised your mom.”

He scowled but there was hurt wound up in it. “Why didn’t he just tell me that?”

“Why would he?” she asked. “Hey Rooster, I blocked your application to follow in your dad’s footsteps because your mom made me promise to so you wouldn’t die.” Her own expression pinched. “You’d have been angrier at her than you ever have been at him.”

“Being a pilot…being….my dad,” he started. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to be.” He looked at her. “How could she have not seen that I’d wouldn’t have wanted to be anything else?”

She was at a loss for words. “Bradley…I don’t have the answers to those questions.” Taking his hand, she squeezed it. “All I know is that your mother loved you more than life. And that Mav loved you enough to let you hate him all this time to protect her.” With her free hand, she gently cradled his cheek, “Bradley,” she whispered, and he shut his eyes against the stinging in them, leaning into her touch. “You gotta know that Mav has always protected you even if it meant you’d hate him.”

His jaw clenched so tightly she could feel the strain under her palm, and he ground out in pain, “I’ve spent so long being so angry…hating him.”

“I know,” she murmured and leaned over, knocking their temples together. “But you’ve gotta start letting that anger go.” Her voice was soft but concerned. “Bradley, it’s eating you from the inside out.”

Tears dripped from his shut eyes. “I don’t know how.” He opened his eyes and looked at her brokenly. “I don’t know how to let it go. It’s…it’s what’s driven me for so long.”

“Find something new to drive you,” she said. “Honey…you’ve got to.”

He shut his eyes once more and wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her shoulder; she shifted, resting her cheek against his head as he began to shake against her.

“I know,” she whispered. “I know, Bradley.”

She eventually ushered him to lay down on the bed and lay with one arm wrapped around his shoulders as he rested his head on her chest. She gently brushed her fingers through his hair, “I know you’ve hated Maverick all this time, but you know he’s always looked out for us when our own parents couldn’t.”

He didn’t respond, but the way his hand tightened in her shirt told her all she needed to know.

“And he’ll be there even when we lose everything.” She pressed a soft kiss to the crown of his head. “He always has been. He always will be. And you can deny it all you want, but he’s the closest thing to Nick you’ve ever had.”

A wounded noise left him.

If different circumstances, it would have angered him beyond reason, but in this moment, he knew she was right.

He lifted his head, looking at her and she smiled sadly at him.

“Hey you,” she whispered, and he shifted, crawling up her to nuzzle his nose against hers. “Bradley?”

“You,” he started softly. “You’re the best thing I’ve got in this world.”

“Bradley…”

“Whenever things got bad. When I couldn’t handle them. You were always there. You never left me behind.” He pressed his forehead into hers, gazing into her eyes. “I love you. I always have.”

“Oh, Bradley,” she sighed gently.

He knew her tone; knew another man had her heart. “Just…give me these few hours. We’ll forget about it in the morning, but…please let me have this now.”

She nodded. “Okay,” she whispered. “Just for these hours.”

He lay beside her, arm secured around her back as she wrapped hers around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.

For a few hours, he’d let himself dream that he belonged there—that she belonged in his arms.

The world was calm.

He’d let it go eventually.

He’d settle down and have a few kids of his own later on.

It wouldn’t be with her.

But for now, he’d let himself believe it was.

[eclipseberrycake]

Poly! MoonBerryCake x Reader Pt. 2

Y'all came outta NOWHERE- Hi <3

I love these guys sm so when people started asking for more I was like "...Twist my arm okay-". Like I did not need to be convinced don't y'all worry.

Anyway, here are my tags plus shoutout to that anon who sent me the request! I sure do do requests especially ones like that <3

OG Inspo: @huneybeen

Divider Credit: @sister-lucifer

And @unaecsmr .

And that one anon too!

I hope this lives up to expectations <3

Content Warning: Slight descriptions of violence. Puns.

☁ Happy holiday update guys <3 The first run I played all I talked about was how Twisted! Rudie's run looks like he's hitting the griddy.

☁ Anyway, what better way to celebrate than more MoonBerryCake?

☁ Now, you all don't really define you're relationship per say, after the ending of part one, which you can find -> Here!

☁ You all sort of fall into some sort of rhythm after the fact though.

☁ I didn't spend a lot of time on Sprout because I wasn't feeling well, so I feel like I owe it to him!

☁ Sprout can especially recognize the dynamics at play. As much as he loathes admitting it, being with you three losers (Affectionately) makes him happiest. He can't possibly pick one.

☁ So while you and Astro and Cosmo all stay up at night, worrying about budding feelings and crushing the hearts of the others and feeling your own eyes well up at the thought of gaining one, but losing the others, Sprout is SOUND asleep. He is drooling on his pillow. He is snoring loud enough Pebble hid under coal for protection (Across the complex).

☁ Because he knows one thing for certain. He's got two hands, one chest and a dream. He knows what he wants from life now. And he's going to get it, mark his words.

☁ He knows he's over and done with it, devoting himself to the three of you completely after that reunion from that failed run.

☁ You had been downed long enough you had finally argued your bed-ban be lifted while he himself had threatened a solo-style jail break into the elevators if they tried keeping him chained once more.

☁ He had to admit, the two of you made an incredibly stubborn team and if he had any interest in debate, he'd probably use you. As it stands, he decides to keep you around anyway because someone's gotta tell Brightney he's not healing her and it ain't gonna be him.

☁ The retrieval run was one he knew you had been dreading for awhile, all three of you actually, as this was by far one of the more dangerous Twisteds. That being said, stepping into the elevator made his entire being just shiver at the atmosphere surrounding them.

☁ He didn't like it. He needed to fix it. Especially his trio. Yeah, his. Fight him for it. He's already called dibs. You can't.

☁ Astro's eyes are locked onto your form as you stretch your legs, holding your ankle to your butt for a few seconds before switching. You're mindlessly listening to Goob. Sprout knows Goob rambles when he's nervous and he's rambling faster than Sprout can keep up. Cosmo himself is burrowed into Astro's shoulder, hiding his face in the fur neckline as if refusing to see what'll come of the run.

☁ Sprout doesn't blame him. His memories from being a twisted are blurry at best, but even he can remember Pebble's twisted form. The snarls that rang out as he achieved top speed. He was fast. Impossibly so. Faster than any one of them.

☁ But you were bound and determined to get them all back. Every. Single. One of them.

☁ The thought makes him bite at his lip as he huffs. He had chosen Teagan's trinket for the sole reason of having that heal ready to go no matter what. The one relief he had was that Cosmo wouldn't be so alone in this anymore. He knew Cosmo had a habit of spreading himself too thin, especially when it came to healing you or Astro, and the thought made his chest bristle.

☁ No more. He'd be there for the worst case scenarios. While he wasn't the fastest toon out there he still was fast. He was fast and could run. He had stamina. He'd be assed before extracting anything worth a damn, but he knew damn well how to distract well enough to buy you or Goob a few minutes.

☁ Nodding to himself, he placed a hand on your shoulder as the elevator stilled, ending the time they all had to prepare. "You got this, bud. We'll be cheering you on the entire way."

☁ You snorted at the nickname, taking a deep breath. "Bud? Like a flower bud I'm guessing? Where did that come from?"

☁ He smirked at the question, watching the large gears begin to slowly turn as the door slowly opened. "Well, when a mommy strawberry and a daddy strawberry love each other berry much-"

☁ He nearly cackled at Cosmo's affronted shout of his name while Astro boo'ed the pun. You gave a soft chuckle before shaking your head, shooting him a look. "Unbe-leaf-able." You scoffed good naturedly before taking off with Goob by your side.

☁ This time Sprout joined Astro's boos. It was only fun when he did it. Ask Fin.

☁ Don't ask him.

☁ Running off, it feels almost familiar the way he and Cosmo stick together, Astro splitting off to use Vee's trinket quickly to ease the pressure on you and Goob. He watched Cosmo's back and by the time that machine was finished, the other's were as well. Astro met back up with them halfway back to elevator, giving both him and Cosmo a once over before nodding them inside and waiting for you.

☁ And Goob, I guess.

☁ It's almost prideful, the way Sprout watches Astro's power light up the ground below him, fluttering around yours and Goob's feet as the three of you quickly make your way into the elevator with it slamming shut behind you.

☁ The thick tension is back and heavier than a bad pun can fix. So Sprout does what he does best really. He waits for his trio to be done browsing the shop (Like the heavens blessed the run, Dandy was there with the serum on a pillow and both a bandage and box of chocolates). Cosmo is just short of tapes needed for a band, only to light up as you pass him some you swiped while distracting.

☁ He's quick to wrap his arms around you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek with a quick nuzzle, leaving you just dazed enough you're staggering as he swipes the heal. Astro is behind you with a small chuckle, ensuring you don't fall before handing over his own stack of tapes and taking the box of chocolates as Goob pays for the serum.

☁ Sprout has no idea where all these tapes are coming from and is almost a little pissed. If it was anyone else, he would've been. Except Goob. Though, Goob paid for the one thing everyone agreed upon buying so even then he's hard pressed to stay mad. Still. Everyone's heals are on thin ice until further notice.

☁ Except his three of course.

☁ By the time the three of you are done and Dandy is preparing to disappear, he's already rounding you into a group, checking every single one of you for so much as a scratch.

☁ When nothing comes back, he turns to rubbing at your already dirt stained cheek with his glove, clicking his tongue before licking the pad of it only to return it to scrub at the patch of dirt, despite your protests. Glisten's laughing in the back, along with Cosmo and Goob. Even Astro has a humored grin on his face, but oh-ho. Sprout isn't done.

☁ No, once he's satisfied, he reaches and grabs Cosmo before the swiss roll can run and repeats the process.

☁ Astro's only saving grace is the ding of the elevator. But Sprout vows vengeance. Oh, vow it he does.

☁ The next few floors flow smoothly, even if the tense atmosphere remains an ever present reminder of the responsibility on your and Goob's shoulders. You carry it with every move you make, especially cautious of the Twisteds you lead to ensure you're in top condition for the big dog.

☁ I didnt think I had this many puns in me omg

☁ By the time footsteps are echoing outside the door, Cosmo and Sprout both have enough med kits and bands to choke a horse, with everyone standing at full health. Astro himself had a bottle of pop for emergencies and a handful of smoke bombs so he could get in and out after giving you and Goob a boost and minimizing the risk. You and Goob both have quite a few things of chocolate and bottles of pop, speed candy in your palms as you both down it with more waiting.

☁ When the elevator opens, you gave them all a sad wave before taking off much faster than you normally do, quickly finding and distracting Pebble as Goob takes the other three in the opposite direction. Everyone knows the plan. They had gone over it several times in preparation for this moment.

☁ You were to be left alone to focus on distracting. Absolutely no exceptions save for the healers or Astro when the time arose. They would get in, get out and between you and Goob, one of you would pull Pebble's attention away long enough one of you could stick him.

☁ Sprout didn't like it personally, grabbing Astro and pulling him into his chest as he hid behind a box while you and Pebble passed, a rotten, no good feeling settling into the pit of his stomach.

☁ He waited until he couldn't hear either of you anymore before letting go of Astro, who gave him a thankful nod. Sprout returned it, giving a soft smile before both were looking over at the sound of a gasp.

☁ Cosmo was knelt on the ground, fingers stained black. Immediately assuming the worst, Sprout nearly screeched as he grabbed for the med-kit as Astro was grabbing Cosmo, searching for the source of the injury.

☁ "No, no, it's not me!" Cosmo shook his head, pushing away both Astro and the med-kit. "They've been hit." He continued, looking down the way you came from.

☁ Sprout and Astro's eyes followed the same direction, the former swallowing tightly. Nodding, Sprout took a step in that direction, fingers already heating up as his own power sang in his veins, only for the lights to flicker red as the last machine finished.

☁ "Get them at elevator." Astro's voice cut through, grabbing him through his blanket and tugging him in the needed direction. "We'll be there if something goes wrong."

☁ Looking back, that should've been a warning.

☁ The last few seconds of panic were always hectic. He knew this. But on a retrieval run? It was so much worse.

☁ They had all mad it back to the elevator, save for you and Goob. Goob was right on schedule, loosing the other twisteds somewhere they wouldn't bother you or anyone near elevator and skid to stop right beside where Astro and the healers were waiting, looking at the doorway they instructed you to come through. It came a clear shot for all of them to hit you should the need be, either by a heal or a shot of adrenaline.

☁ The feeling in Sprout's gut jumped and he understood why. As you appeared a feeling of uniform dread and panic split over the group. You're side was oozing ichor as you hit the doorway, absolute terror written across your features as you ducked a set of jaws that just barely missed you, sinking into the wood and crunching.

☁ That could've been you. The thought made Sprout shout as you took off towards them. You reached for your hip, tearing off the serum and throwing it at Goob, who caught it. You were out of pops and out of chocolate and the realization hit them within seconds.

☁ Goob's arms shot out just as Pebble lunged. None of them could've moved fast enough. They could only watch as Pebble's jaws bit into you side, making you scream out in both alarm and pain as tears sprung to your eyes. A chorus of shots came in a cacophony of noise.

☁ Sprout shot forward just as Pebble let out an ear piercing howl. His own arms scooped you against him as you sobbed, ichor staining his chest and scarf as he ran back to where Cosmo and Astro were waiting, equally as panicked as he felt.

☁ Goob grabbed Pebble, turning tail and just making it into the frantic elevator as it slammed shut.

☁ It was a blur from there. Cosmo's hands rushed for the med kits as Astro pumped your body with enough adrenaline and stamina to keep going. Sprout's own hands were a flurry as he used the mass of tapes he hoarded to trade their worth for life force. While normally he just infused it into the treats he kept on hand, this time he threaded it directly into the wound, even as you grew impressively colder.

☁ They needed to get back to med-bay and fast.

☁ Glisten got you all back, shouting for the others to clear the way as both you and Pebble were rushed into med-bay. It was a long night from there, all three watching and waiting for you to give some indication of being okay.

☁ Sprout never let the other two leave his sight for long after that and knew then and there this was it for him. He never wanted to feel this way again, but that contrasted so heavily with the simple fact that you weren't actually his. None of them were.

☁ But he wouldn't let that remain. That's right. Sprout gets you all together. Sucks to b you guys, he's never letting any of you live it down.

☁ After that night, he works damn near tirelessly to get the dense trio you all make to work with him rather than against each other.

☁ But it's hard. Uber hard. You're all just so...dumb. He says. With affection. None of you seemed to think yourselves capable of love! Like. What kind of dumbassery?

☁ Cosmo keeps thinking his advances are just friendly, Astro refuses to believe anything nice about him is true and you keep thinking it's another smart quip of his and he doesn't mean it.

☁ He'd kiss you all stupid for such thoughts but he fears that's not possible and he hasn't even gotten to kiss you yet.

☁ So, after a few weeks he does what he always does when stressed.

☁ He bakes.

☁ He just like me fr.

☁ He's angrily mixing a dough for those cookies the two of you ate some time ago, groaning all about everything that's wrong with his life currently as if the poor dough is at fault. "Hopeless in love they say. Oh, they're hopeless all right. And who paid the consequences? ME! I was making stupid puns for them. Puns. Me. OF ALL THINGS-"

☁ My brother in crust is going through it. He goes on and on about all he wants to do it cuddle and kiss and date the three of you. but do any of you make his life easy? No. Why would you. That would be too nice for dear old Sprout Seedly. Things can never just be black and white.

☁ "And another thing-" Sprout's shouting as he dumps the dough onto the floured counter, turning to the sink to drop the bowl into the waiting soapy water only for it to clatter on the ground as he's immediately clamping his jaw shut.

☁ "...You're supposed to be in bed." Is all he manages.

☁ You blink at him, all sleepy doe eyes and messy bed head before chuckling, holding a lazing Pebble in your arms. The rock had taken quite the liking to you and Sprout was man enough to admit that he was in fact jealous. "So are you."

☁ "I'm bakin'." He shoots back, turning back to the dough immediately and forgetting about the bowl as his cheeks light aflame.

☁ "At 3 AM?" You tease, stepping closer. He doesn't turn to look, but hears the sound of the bowl being dropped into the sink and Pebble being set down onto the ground. The pup whines, runs in a circle before trots away to lay in either his dog bed or burrow back into your bed. You're body presses against his back as your arms wrap around his waist, your bony chin laying on his back.

☁ "Yes at 3 AM. Someone ate all the cookies and didn't fill the jar." He spits, but there's not venom as he rolls out the dough. You're unbearably silent and he doesn't like it. How much did you hear previously? "You're supposed to beresting."

☁ You hum, but don't move. He almost asks what you're thinking if only so he doesn't have to overthink about it when you speak up again. "You sounded so...sure."

☁ Sprout furrows his brows. "Of?"

☁ "Us. The four of us." You mumble with a heavy breath. "Like-...Like that's all there is too it."

☁ "That is all there is too it. If we all wanna date each other, I don't see the problem." Sprout grunts, grabbing one of the cookie cutters he had set aside. It sinks into the dough under his weight just the way it should and he quickly picks up a rhythm.

☁ You're silent once more, but you don't move. He's done with nearly all the dough, rolling out the last bit for the final round of cookie cutting, when you finally move, lips tracing his spine. "Do you want that?"

☁ Sprout stops, blinks and looks down.

☁ "I think i wanted it since we've met and only now the rest of me finally caught up."

☁ That's where the other two find you later. You're in an apron with Sprout behind you, hands moving with yours as you ice a cookie. There are a few off to the side, obvious examples from where Sprout must've shown you how to decorate...Astro's face once more onto the cookie.

☁ Astro uses a star shard to pick one up, bringing it closer to him and Cosmo only to guffaw at the state of it. Cosmo snorts only to clap a hand over his mouth when you two look over. To their surprise, you and Sprout only grin. The icing is dropped as you run over, or as much as you can before all three are yelling at you to "Take it easy for Dandy's sake!"

☁ You grumble but do as told.

☁ "We made cookies." You explain, Sprout nodding behind you as if corroborate the story.

☁ "With my face?" Astro deadpans, making Cosmo snicker.

☁ "Some have Cosmo's." You explain, only to wince. "I did those ones though, so they aren't Sprout level."

☁ "I'm sure they're perfect." Cosmo cuts in, making you smile. It's one that says everything they need to know. They're probably awful, but that's what'll make them so good.

☁ "They're an offering." Sprout pipes in, setting an extra piping bag down. "Date us and we-...I'll bake you cookies." You nod eagerly at this proposition even if both Cosmo and Astro are wondering if they were the ones in fact mauled by Pebble and hit their heads on the way down.

☁ "...Date...us?" Astro cautions, almost too nervous to do so as he glances at the cookie the star shard is still holding.

☁ "Me and bud over there. You two and us two." Sprout nods resolutely even if nerves make him feel like he's going to vomit. "Like all four of us."

☁ There's silence before Cosmo is snorting into his hand. Then he's laughing. Then he's cackling. He had moved just a bit, holding one of the cookies you decorated. It's a mess of smudged icing, piled on high enough it'll overpower any taste the cookie has. It makes him laugh so hard he crouches over, even if your affronted complaints die into your own giggles.

☁ By the time Cosmo can breath again, he wipes an eye with his hand. "Everyone's so creative." He sighs, turning to look at you with a grin. "I would love to. Even if you're cookie decorating needs some work."

☁ Before he knows it, all eyes are on Astro as he blinks. A part of him is screaming all sorts of question after question ramming around his brain about schematics and the others opinions and he's gonna need a much bigger bed because he can't do cuddle shifts. If he's cuddling one of you, he's cuddling all of you.

☁ Looking at the cookie with his own face, he knows his answer before he even really has to think about it, grinning as he laughs, nodding his head.

☁ After that the rest of the cookies are decorated and stored, dishes left to dry before Cosmo and Astro are dragging both you and Sprout back to bed, practically pinning you in place as you two get the rest you missed out on earlier.

☁ For once, in a long time, no one is haunted by nightmares and the twisteds seem too far away to care at the moment.

☁ Even Pebble joins the cuddle pile with a wagging tail, pleased to see his packmates happy.

[kurtsvonneslut]

Wait... what was the swanqueen fic recs? ...and are there more (...esp if theyre smutty) 👀👀👀

oh there are more!!!

first of all i'm just going to plug myself because why not. i have 78 swan queen works up - mostly oneshots, a couple longfics, including the fic i'm currently writing, change with the seasons. a lot of my fics are older (for example my 52 weeks of swan queen series was written in 2015) and i was a teenager when i wrote them, but i still find a lot of joy in them!!

now for the rest of the recs, i'm going to organize them as best i can into a few categories. also, a lot of these recs will be a bit older as i've been away from the fandom for a while, and am only just now coming back again. this is an open question if anyone else has recommendations to add in the reblogs!!!

longfics:

satin town by @coalitiongirl is probably my all time favorite fanfic, period. everything she's written for the fandom is incredible, but this one has always stuck with me. the dynamic between emma and regina (who is in full on evil queen mode) is just DELICIOUS and i love how she worked henry into the story. an absolute must as far as i'm concerned. PLUS she has a whole NOVEL out now, so go support that if you like the fic!!!!

the secret's in the telling by @the-pyrophoric-one is another classic in the fandom, and for good reason. the characterization is so spot on, and i absolutely love the arc of this story. the chapters are suuuuuper long though so it's a time investment!!

somewhere, someone must know the ending by maleficently who is not on tumblr as far as i'm aware is a divorce au. lots of angst with a happy ending. the same author also wrote an incredible three-part series called the fatal plunge, which remains, tragically, unfinished.

you gotta play dirty by amycarey who i'm not tagging because they don't write fic anymore. there's so many fics by amycarey that i absolutely adore (temporary distractions and keep the wolves outside by living well are also up there!!) but i chose this one because it's so unique to me. it's an au in which emma and regina are in a concert band together. i was a band kid myself, specifically a clarinetist, so i was pretty geeked over this!!

all that glitters is not (olypmic) gold by @queststar is another super niche but super fun and well-written au. in this one, emma and regina are olympic speed skaters. i just love the competitive energy between the two of them and the arc as they grow closer and eventually fall for each other. the author even got elizabeth mitchell to read some of it which is just. next level.

one fine star away by @bytherosebushlaughing is another au that gets a little meta, but it's sooooo much fun. in this fic, once upon a time is a tv show that regina, emma, and the others starred in. 20 some years later, the cast is reuniting, and the reunion is being covered by none other than one henry mills. it's such a clever fic, and i absolutely love it so far!!

oneshots:

of love and loss and love again by @snowivyimconfusi oh this one. this one is so bittersweet. emma and regina, grieving the losses of their partners, find comfort in each other. and more. it's so beautifully done, and i just adore ivy's writing style!!

what you thought you had to do by hoovahhoopah is the very first fic i read after making my ao3 account and it's still one that i love!! it's part of a six part series of oneshots called ill fitting pieces, but it also stands on its own just as well. just a beautiful, classic, canon-but-make-it-better kind of fic.

a woman moves when her heart has been broken by etotheswan because who among us wasn't absolutely destroyed by the season 3 finale???? this offered a lot of swan queen based catharsis while we waited for season 4.

monster-in-law by seriousfic is just a funny, light-hearted little oneshot about mary margaret trying to stop emma and regina's wedding by reminding them that they're all sort of related. a big departure from the seriousfic work we all know and miss dearly..... but enjoyable nonetheless thanks to their talent!!

and now, the moment we've all been waiting for, smut:

top of the list is, of course, our prophet of swan queen smut @angstbotfic. the making amends series is my all time favorite, and one that i recommended to my dear friend 27, but you can't go wrong with literally anything they've written.

wicked games by @starsthatburn is so. is so. it left me basically speechless. also recommended this one to 27, and i believe this is the one referenced in the ask they sent. it's the most insanely hot BDSM fantasy. if you like domme regina, look no further.

the thing she won't admit by beattheodds if you like butt stuff, here's swan queen butt stuff. need i say more?

paint it black by wily_one24 heed the warnings, this one is pretty dark. but if that's what you're into, this is the one. it's like if 50 shades of grey was swan queen and also good.

of love and loathing by morganlegaye and its sequel, transgressions of the heart are a hatefuck lover's dream. transgressions of the heart remains unfinished, but god is it good.

fealty by standbackufools you like throne sex? you like honorifics? you like D/s dynamic? enjoy :)

thank god it's BDSM friday by carrotlucky13 this one covers soooooo many kinks. emma and regina enter into a 24/7 BDSM lifestyle. for 95k words. i don't know what else to say but WOWOWOWOW. even if you're not into every kink in here it's still hot af.

emma's little problem by juicecup it's a magic!cock story with a slight humiliation kink if you squint, but otherwise mostly vanilla sex to round out a very kinky rec list.

go give these incredible creators some love!!! and remember, nothing motivates a fic writer quite like a nice comment :)

[kaytheday]

Ace Head Canons nobody asked for because I’m thinking about her again: 

She really likes suckers and gum. It’s the number one thing she’s stealing from the DX anytime they go in to bother Steve and Soda. While Dallas is stealing Winston Cigarettes, Ace is stuffing pink sticks of bubblegum and red cherry suckers in her pockets. And she loves the bubblegum machines that sit in the lobby of nearly every restaurant. Every time they go out to eat, you know she is begging Soda, Steve, Two-Bit, or even Dallas for a nickel to put in that machine. 

“Come on Two-Bit, you gotta have a nickel on you! Don’t hold back! You know, I’ll be less likely to talk if I’m chewin’ gum!” So much begging, sometimes Dallas relents. 

“I gotta nickel you can have, just shut up your whining kid.”

She has one birthday where Steve and Sodapop thought about trying to buy her one of the bubblegum machines. It ended up being too expensive so they recruited Two-Bit and Dallas to help them steal the one in Morty’s bar house and grill. They pulled it off and they gave it to her. (It was the best gift she has received to this day)

She also really likes candy canes around Christmas and those candy cigarettes you get at corner stores. 

Ace also really likes music. Currently (near the events of the musical) she is really into Etta James and her mother’s old Nina Simone records but the reason she fell in love with music was originally because of Billie Holiday. 

As a kid, her mom had one of the original singles of ‘Strange Fruit’ from 1939. It was one of the only things she had left of her mom. (That record and an old pack of cigarettes)

She couldn’t bear to listen to it, but one day she finally did. She cried the first time. She was all of eleven and at this point she knew that greasers shouldn’t cry. But she had learned about the way her dad died recently and her moms notes in the record sleeve didn’t help much at all. 

Since that moment, she was set on finding every Billie Holiday record she could. It would have been pretty hard since Billie died in 1959 and many of her records were banned in more conservative communities. Another reason Ace likes her. 

In her obsession, she turned Johnny on to Billie Holiday. It was one of those nights when Johnny couldn’t stay at home, he felt he was overstaying his welcome at the Curtis home, and god only knows what Dallas was getting up to. She convinced Johnny to come home with her and Steve to their aunt's house. 

Ace turned on a Billie Holiday record and Steve started making fun of her but Johnny just listened and commented quietly. 

“I really like the song Ace. She sounds tuff.” Ace simply stuck her tongue out at Steve and turned back to Johnny. 

“Thanks Johnny, you know my momma liked her too?” Now, Johnny and Ace share a love of Billie Holiday. 

Dallas Winston became a sort of older brother for Ace growing up. Most of the gang were but she knew for a fact that Dallas would actually kill someone for her. 

She can remember one time after a Saturday night out when some guys started a fight with their little gang. One of the guys who was hitting her spat out a slur and Dallas went off on him. She’d never seen him so angry. He pulled the guy off of her, cussed him out, and kicked him so hard that his skull cracked open. At least, that’s what she heard from some of the guy's friends the next week. 

It was at that moment, she knew that Dallas Winston was always gonna have her back. 

Just like Dallas will call Johnny and Ponyboy ‘brother’ he’ll call Ace ‘sister’. Like… all the time. 

“What’s goin’ on sistah?” Then he’ll sling an arm around her shoulders and pat her head. “You stayin’ out of trouble Ace kid?” 

Also I’m like 99% sure there was a scene with Ace similar to the instance where Dallas told Johnny and Pony that ‘you guys are like my brothers, like we are in war or something. I’d die for you.’ There has been an instance where he tells Ace the same thing. (Maybe I’ll write that fic one day)  

She won’t tell anyone, but her favorite spot in all of Tulsa is an old Juke Joint on the outskirts of town that Two-Bit told her about. Two-Bit was a regular, not necessarily going for the music but for the booze. 

Ace likes to go for the music though. One of her favorite instruments in jazz is the trumpet, she likes it when they play it so loud that it makes that shrill vibrato sound. Ace made quick friends with Rosalind who was the bartender and head chef of the Double Deuce. (The Double Deuce was a real Juke Joint in Tulsa, let me know if you want the sources.) 

Sometimes Rosalind will slip her cokes in those old whiskey glasses while Ace is at the counter swaying to the music. Rosalind also knows Two-Bit (and Dallas) and she was happy to learn that Two-Bit had some actual good friends. 

Ace just really likes music and dancing. Two-Bit is her favorite person to dance with other than her brother Steve. He was the first one in the gang that made her feel safe and he is one of the only ones who takes the time and actually likes to dance with her. 

The Double Deuce Juke Joint is her favorite place in all of Tulsa because it is one of the only places where she can let out all those feelings. She can dance as wild and free as she feels on the inside most of the time.

I'll probably do another set of these because I love Ace and have so many thoughts about her and her lore. Thanks for reading!

[miange1]

donnie darko smut where he mutual masturbates with his best friend?

like he's just a lil curious 😛

DONNIE DARKO

male reader, gay stuff, anal fingering, watching eachother jerk off, reader is implied as a bottom(i mean he's fingering himself), donnie is nasty, mutual masturbation, a jerk circle with two people, being high, faggots, bdd(big dick donnie)

high off your asses is what you two were. eyes red and hooded while you stared off into space. donnie's room had just gotten rebuilt, and the two of you could finally go back to old ways.

getting high, sleeping, staring, donnie talking about things you could never even understand too much. and the two of you loved it, it was great.

but today was a bit different, the two of you laid on opposite sides of his bed. your head rested on his wall, and his head practically hung off the edge.

"..i think i'm hard.." donnie muttered, feeling a bit of a tug. you looked over at him, head wobbly as you did. "why..are you tellin' me that..?" the both of you gave a half hearted chuckle, a few coughs coming through as well.

his voice would get a little bit more serious as he spoke. "you caused it." if you could show surprise then you would, but you barely could.

"..you a homo donnie?" he shrugged, indicating a maybe. "n'd you're not?" he had a good point. the two of you have been flirting with each other since forever, whether it be verbal or physical there was always some sort of flirty tension between the two of you.

he sat up, startling you a slight bit as he had done it so abruptly. he started to untie the strings to his sweats, the clear outline of his hard on pushing against the fabric, giving you a feeling as well.

"oh, c'mon.. don't do that shit in fronta me.." you averted your eyes but peeked just a tad bit. "uh, uh, you caused it so you gotta watch." well that was his logic, pretty fucked up but that's how he was. yet you had control over the situation as well, and you had chosen to stay. because you wanted to watch. disgusting, you couldn't believe yourself.

your eyes watched donnies movements, watching take out his cock and watching him go up and down just a bit. "hey, you're lookin.." you shook your head, "no 'm not, you..faggot." what were the two of you doing? why in the world were you doing it? couldn't give an answer no matter what.

"what's yours so big for?" your lips made a small pout of annoyance, seeing as his whole thing was as big as his hand.

he ignored your question, and asked one of his own. "you hard too?" you looked down, going to answer no but— oh..there it was. "mh..yea.."

he giggled, scooching a little closer to you before he started. "wanna do it with me?" do it with him? what was this, a porno? you weren't gonna jerk off with him.

is what you would have said if you weren't already undoing your shorts and pulling them down. between your legs was sticky and wet, leaky substance sticking to your skin and running down your length making you shiver at the cold air brushing past.

your eyes were now on donnie's movements, and his were on yours. your bottom lip caught in between your teeth as donnie has started to let out a few groan mixed moans, his shaft brushing over his tip each time— making you somewhat copy his movements.

this was weird, so weird but so good. the both of your heavy breaths being shared, occasionally looking at each other in the eye.

"y'should finger yourself too." you had never done it before, did it feel good? you looked at your fingers, the middle and ring one. this was so..gay.

donnie's hand came to your wrist, pushing your fingers between your lips to get them nice and wet. "good..like that.." he was acting much more bold than usual, made you want to go all the way with him.

when they were ready, you hadn't even thought about putting only one in. far too stoned to care, you shoved both of them in and ended up hurting yourself. but the pain felt good, and especially donnie liked the noise of distress that you made.

"do that again.." his voice was raspy, he was so damn close.

you didn't know how to do it again on command, so you just plunged your fingers deeper, then back out, and kept that process going. this hurt like a bitch, you weren't sure how other guys did this and thought it felt good. your hole burned, and you probably weren't even doing it right but you were just getting off to the fact donnie was getting off the this.

"donnie, mngh.." you went on instinct and curled your fingers up. ah. there's where it felt good. your eyes rolled back, arched back and sheets crinkled and this time donnie's eyes stayed on you and he quickened his pace.

"keep..goin'— fuck.." he finished all over his fingers, as did you. he leaned his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily and it tickled your skin.

gave you an idea. you didn't want to stop here.