#fellas is it gay to have whatever the fuck these two have going on

[gremnda]

After the kill

hey gang can we all agree that once a month i can draw something slightly ooc like this. i think i deserve it as a treat <3

[ruvviks]

i love making guys who have something incredibly homosexual going on that cannot be put into words well

[vegetas-mustache]

Something something majin buu arc

✨💙🧡💙🧡✨

[fallstaticexit]

Prev / Next / Beginning / Pillowfort

AN: TW this post contains a homophobic slur.

Transcript under the cut

Professor Munch: Everyone, this is Nancy. She’s one of my favorite students. I am so glad she can join us this evening to observe our weekly GSA meeting.

Nancy: And what is a GSA?

Morgan: It stands for Gay–Straight Alliance. It’s just a safe space for queer kids to hang out and talk about real world issues.

Knox: Yeah, we go out and do stuff off campus. It’s pretty tight.

Nancy: Queer? So...this is a club for homosexuals?

Darling: [sucks teeth]

Knox: [chuckles nervously] I mean, sure I guess? Me and Morgan are bisexual. That means we dig the fellas and the ladies, heh.

Professor Munch: What’s important is that this space is for everyone, from all walks of life. We support each other here, no matter who you love. We keep each other safe. That’s why I invited you to sit in on our session. I figured you could use a friend or two-

Nancy: Ugh! Oh my God? You think I’m- I’m not like that, ok!?

Nancy: I am not a homosexual! What the hell made you think I’d want to be apart of something like this?

Professor Munch: No, dear- I’m not implying you’re like anything! This club welcomes all people. I thought you could use the support. Why, your brother started the very first GSA at this school-

Nancy: Oh, don’t you fucking dare! My brother wasn’t some depraved pervert and I’m not a d****!

Darling: [jumps up, chair scrapes hardwood floor] What the fuck did you just say? You can’t come up in calling people that shit!

Nancy: I-I didn’t! All I’m saying is that I’m not like that! I’m not like you-

Darling: Not like who? Not like a d?****?

Darling: What the fuck is your problem? Munch, who is this bitch?

Professor Munch: Easy, Dee. Calm down-

Darling: Don’t fucking tell me to calm down! You let some straight white girl walk in here and say something we heard screamed at us our whole fucking life! Say it again! I dare you!

Professor Munch: That’s enough! Please! Let me handle this.

Nancy: [between sobs] M’sorry...m’so sorry...

Professor Munch: [sighs] Just, take some time to think about this, Nancy. Look inward.

Nancy Narrates: [Look inward] x3

Nancy: If it’s ok...I’d like to apologize.

Professor Munch: Everyone? Is it alright if Nancy speaks?

Morgan: I don’t mind.

Darling: [sighs] Whatever man.

Nancy: [exhales] When I first heard that word, I was 11 years old. My mother found letters I wrote to my pen pal. She mailed a photo of herself from her birthday party, she wore this really pretty yellow dress with little blue flowers on them.

Nancy: Yellow is my favorite color, so I said she was as pretty as a sunflower. My mother tore up the letter and made me rewrite it. She looked me right in the eyes and said, ‘do you want someone to read this and think you’re a-’

Nancy: She said it again when was 14, a girl from my ballet troupe was only brushing my hair. She pulled me from the class. She said it again two years ago, when she found out that I fell in love with-

Nancy: I know that word hurts because it’s been said to hurt me even though I’m not... It doesn’t matter if I’m not, I shouldn’t have said it. It was a horrible thing to do. I am so incredibly sorry.

Professor Munch: Thank you for sharing your story. This is what GSA is about. Coming together, creating a community, and creating safe spaces. Dee, is there anything you want to say to Nancy? Anything you’d like to speak on or about how you feel?

Darling: Nah...

Nancy Narrates: [I knew that an apology alone wouldn't suffice to mend the situation. When it came to friendships, I didn’t know how to genuinely make amends, but as a Landgraab, I knew that I could leverage my wealth and status to create a meaningful impact]

Morgan: You got us the biggest hall on campus?! Nancy, this is sick as fuck!

Professor Munch: [laughs] I’ll have to agree with Morgan for lack of a better word. This is sick as heck! I don’t know where to begin to thank you for this gift.

Nancy: It’s the least I could do. Now you can stop meeting in that tiny corner in the commons.

Darling: Charity work for your little sorority, huh? What’s with you, yo?

Nancy: What do you mean?

Darling: You’re so rich, you just buy your way through shit?

Nancy: It’s how I was raised.

Darling: I can’t figure you out.

Nancy: I promise, I’m not a bad person.

Darling: We’re not like everyone else on campus. We’ll show you something real. You gotta be real with us too.

Nancy Narrates: [I found myself wanting to do exactly that—to show them the real me, whoever she was]

Siobhan: I’m planning a party for the Thetas Friday night. Perfect opportunity for you to bond with your sisters.

Nancy: I’m a little busy Friday night...maybe next time?

Siobhan: Being apart of a sorority is more than just the cute merch and bragging rights. We’re involved with the community and with this campus. As a pledge, I do expect you to commit to these things.

Nancy: I know and I will. I just need to take care of something.

Siobhan: [sighs] Don’t let me down, sister.

[the group murmurs excitedly]

Professor Munch: You did all this, Nancy?

Nancy: I hope it’s ok I’m here. I figured you could break in your new room with a movie night. Everything is already taken care of, and I bought a ton of movies ranging from comedy to horror and everything in between. They’re all yours to keep! Same with the popcorn machine. I know I’m using money again to impress you but... I guess I’m still trying to figure out what it means to be real. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it all.

Morgan: Yeah, not so fast. Stick around, watch a movie with us!

Nancy: Are you sure?

Knox: Of course we’re sure, squirt.

[mybraindumpsterfire]

Questions I need asked at Terrible Influence Tour

I would love it if anyone took these questions and asked them at TIT pre-shows or whatever. I’m putting a majority under a ‘more’ as I’m gonna be adding as I think of them. If anyone takes one and does ask it, let me know as I’d love to know the answers, thanks!!

- Who is your Stardew Valley romance choice? (Also roast them if its Shane because I know Dan wants that toxic yaoi SO BAD— you CANNOT fix him Daniel)

- Fuck Marry Kill: Sephiroth, Bowser, Ganondorf

- If you had to only watch one tv show for the rest of your life, which one would it be?

- PINOF BATTLE ROYALE! If all the Dan and Phil’s from each PINOF fought, who would win in a physical fight? (Bonus: who do they think they could win against now?)

- Ask them if they’ve heard of the Magnus Archives. If not please sell them on the fact it’s a horror short story anthology series, it’s eldritch horror, and it’s gay as fuck, thank you!

-Which one of them would hold the elevator open and who lets it close?

-What would be the worst superpower to have?

-Has Phil ever asked Dan: "would you still like me if I was a worm?"

-How long does it generally take to edit a video? Is it still stressful or second nature at this point?

-Be controversial fellas: what's a movie or tv show everyone loved but you didn't?

-NASA is sending another record into space with music on it to show to aliens the beauty of music. You can pick one MUSE song to go on the disc; which one is it?

- Dan Question: You talked about getting strong and hench as your midlife twink crisis so just to know, what do you currently bench?

- Phil Question: Would you ever consider making a book with all the wacky stories of your childhood up north? (I personally think it’d be awesome as a comic book/graphic novel for kids kind of vibes, maybe just me)

- Has there ever been an argument about the plant care in your home?

- Why are you two so comfortable abandoning your children? First us and now the Pheal? What have we done to warrant this treatment fathers?

- Halloween or Christmas?

- What is one british food/dish you will defend no matter what?

- Do your cat boys in Final Fantasy have their own lore? Have you two written a story/background for them or are they just you two in Final Fantasy?

[falling-star-cygnus]

kissing would be less gay than whatever the fuck these two have going on…

fellas is it gay to make tea with your buddy and talk about your homes whilst simultaneously complimenting each other and being disproportionately sad when the other doesn't think your home sounds appealing

it's not even like- the wording. it's the EXPRESSIONS. bc why is Jade lookin at him so softly [lowkey scared to post this, i don't know what this fandom is gonna be like😭]

[oknowkiss]

Song drabbles???? 😭😭😭😭 26 please (or 10 if you can’t do that one.) I’m obsessed with this. 🥹❤️❤️

for you, darling? anything. have some pub night drarry & the gang, 595 words, rated T for language and mentions of sex.

always be my baby - mariah carey

“The line is: side canter is a feeling so strong,” Draco says, leaning victoriously back in the booth, arms and legs crossed. Everyone groans.

“No, it isn’t. That makes literally no sense,” Harry says. He’s got a point, but Draco has no interest in feeding his morbidly bloated ego. 

“Go on then, Mr Recently Out,” Draco says, flourishing in Harry’s direction. “Impress us all with your homosexual expertise in Mariah Carey lyrics.”

Harry’s mouth goes flat, but Draco can tell by the creases near his eyes that he’s trying not to laugh. 

“By that logic,” Harry says, leaning forward on his elbows, “Considering how wrong you are, you’re the straightest person here.”

Ron snorts into his beer, sloshing foam over the rim. 

“Shall I play the song again?” Neville asks, already half out his seat, coins in hand.

“That won’t be necessary,” Harry says, “Because—”

“Too late!” Neville calls, sings practically, halfway to the jukebox, at the same time as Draco makes pointed eye contact with Harry and says, “Gaaayyyy.” 

“We’re going to be thrown out if he plays that song again,” Hermione frets. “And don’t say gay like that, Malfoy. It’s rude.”

“I’m allowed!” Draco insists, eyes wide. “You can’t, but I can. It’s my agenda.” 

“He’s just learned that term today,” Harry says in a fake whisper. “Act impressed.” 

Draco sticks his tongue out. 

“I’m going to be ill,” Pansy says from beside Draco. “Can you two fuck already, and spare us all whatever this is?” 

“They already are,” Luna says, looking up from her gin and tonic with a confused expression. The table falls silent. “Oh,” she says, taking in Draco’s face. “Was that meant to be a secret? Only, you did it on my couch. And then also in your room very loudly. And also—”

“Yes alright,” Draco says primly. He adjusts the cross of his legs.

“Oh yeah…” Harry says, scratching his chin as he looks up towards the ceiling. “I knew there was something I’d forgotten.” He returns his gaze to the group. “I meant to say earlier: I’m fucking Draco Malfoy, li—” 

“If you say literally,” Ron warns him, motioning with his pint. “I’m going to finish the job You-Know-Who started.” 

Harry clamps his mouth shut. “No comment, then.”

A plucky guitar melody sounds over the pub’s speakers, followed quickly by Mariah Carey vocalising. 

Oh fuck off you fucking cunts, someone calls from across the pub. 

“What’d I miss?” Neville asks, settling back into his chair. “Has Harry figured out the lyrics yet?”

“Thank you, Neville,” Harry says, somehow managing to bow grandly whilst sitting down. “I have. It’s: the sun can’t hurt her, fellas so long.” 

“Alright,” Ron says, standing forcefully. “That’s me finished.” 

The table agrees, sinking their pints, grabbing for coats. The door closes behind them, firmly. 

It’s begun to snow in the time they were inside and Harry, the handsome yet feckless idiot, hasn’t got any mittens. Draco grabs one of his hands, shoving it in his own coat pocket. Harry’s other hand will just have to freeze and fall off. Serves him right.

They walk ahead of everyone. It’s nice, holding hands like this, where anyone could see. Where their friends could see. Harry hums to himself as they walk, hmm hmm HMM hmm. HmmhmmhmmHMMHMMhmmhmm. Draco elbows him in the side. Harry grins, hums louder.

They don’t talk. They don’t need to. For once, Draco feels no pressure to rush. No need to force years into months, weeks. There will be plenty of time for talking, in the days and nights to come. 

[hannahssimblr]

“Do it, just do it.” 

“Okay well stop moving around all over the place then will you?”

“Jen, wait, maybe-”

“Uh, guys, is there going to be blood?”

“What the hell? No of course there won’t be blood, shut up Joe.”

“No I’m just asking ‘cause like, my ma got mad the last time youse were over when one of you spilled blue powerade on the carpet so…”

“I said there’ll be no blood, relax.”

“Well I’m just saying that I might faint if I see blood, because this time at school before some lad in my base class threw a whiteboard eraser and it hit my face and my nose bled and then I blacked out in the boy’s bathroom and nobody found me for like ten minutes, even though, like, to me, like it felt like no time at all was after-”

“Oh my God, Joe, if you don’t shut the fuck up I’m going to stick this thing crooked.”

“Um, try not to, please.” 

She grabs my chin and holds me still, “Then don’t move, and Joe,” She jabs a finger in his direction, “Not a word from you, I’m dead serious. Right,” Her tongue pokes out the corner of her mouth as she eyes my ear with determination. The ice she’s holding melts a trail down my neck and into the collar of my t-shirt and I don’t dare react. “Has that gone numb?”

“I dunno yet.”

“Probably has,” She tosses the cube into Joe’s sink with a metallic thunk and positions the needle on my lobe.

Shane pipes up from the table, “any blue powerades going, by the way?”

“Shut up!” I can feel her hand trembling, and the sewing needle rasps against my soft virgin skin. She exhales slowly, “Okay, one, two…” she hesitates and my eyes follow her movements nervously as she pushes her hair behind her ears and then leans for a closer look. She’s so close that her shaky breath feathers against my cheek. Take two. “Okay, okay, seriously this time. One, two…” I feel it. I hear it. And a grunt of disgust comes from the back of her throat as the needle pieces through my earlobe. “Oh, God,” There’s silence. My eyes screw shut as I wait for the pain.

“Does it hurt, Jude?” Joe sounds queasy.

“Why? Does it look like it should hurt?”

“I told you it doesn’t hurt,” Jen dismisses, “...but it’s fine, right?”

“I think so. It just feels kinda… hot?” I peel my eyes open.

“Yeah, well, you’re grand, now,” she reaches to the counter behind her, “stud or hoop?”

“Stud.”

“Okay well too bad they only had very girly looking studs in Claire’s Accessories, so I got hoops.”

“Why’d you offer, then?”

She dangles the little purple shiny packaging in front of my face to distract me, “Look at that, hm? Very cool, manly hoops.” 

“Yeah, very manly.” and she fumbles around my ear for several moments trying to get it through the new hole in me, and that’s when it hurts the worst, as she’s tugging and poking and digging her sharp thumbnails in, but I pretend that it doesn’t because Shane and Joe are in the room and sixteen year old boys aren’t supposed to show things like pain and discomfort in front of each other, it’d be weird and socially unacceptable. Vulnerability is illegal among us.

If it were Jen and I alone in this caravan I’d at least be whining at her, if not actually tearing up about the discomfort of it all.

She closes the clasp at the back of the hoop and presents me to the room, “What do ye think?”

“A bit red,” says Joe as he clutches the rim of the sink with milk white knuckles “Is it meant to be that red? That’s not bleeding, is it? Ah Jesus, I don’t think we should have done this…” Shane glances away from the olympic basketball game on the TV and huffs out a laugh. “Gay ear,” he says. 

Jen pauses, “Gay ear?”

“Yep, ‘tis the gay ear.” 

“What do you mean by that?”

“Obviously, like, you’re after piercing the right lobe; the one that you pierce when you want all the other fellas to know that you fancy them or whatever, like, I dunno. I just heard that some place. Shoulda pierced the left.”

I tug on it self consciously though it’s tender. “Where’d you hear that?”

“Lads on the football team probably, look,” He crosses his arms with authority, “I go to an all boys school. I know what the Gay Ear is.”

I look up at Jen and tell her that I don’t mind that it’s the Gay Ear.

“That’s for life though,” Joe pipes up unhelpfully, “You’ll always have that hole in your ear now, so even if you take the earring out everyone is gonna see that you have your right ear pierced and they’re all gonna think-”

“I don’t care if they think I’m gay. What does it matter?”

“Yeah but you’re not gay, and it’s the Gay Ear,” Shane argues, “That’s the point. You’ll end up confusing everyone, and men won’t know what to do when they see you out and about and all that.”

“That feels like kind of a backwards, 90s thing to say, honestly.”

“Nobody’s being homophobic, fuck sake. It’s just the code.”

“Well it’s pierced for life now, isn’t it? What the fuck do you want me to do?” 

“Christ sake,” Jen seizes my shoulder and yanks me back into the seat, “Pass me that ice, Joe, I’ll just do the other side then and you can all shut up annoying me about it, alright?”

“Fucking Gay Ear, who comes up with that shite?” she mutters to herself, and pushes the mostly melted cube to my left lobe so we can start all over again. 

~.~.~.~.~

Afterwards I squeeze into the tiny caravan bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. My ears are furious red, but at least the hoops are even. I think. Jen has given me table salt from Joe’s kitchen cabinet to wash them with, and I do it, I fill one hand with limey water from the taps and pour a random amount of salt in with it. I don’t know what I’m doing, but it's fine because if they get infected I'll just take them out. I’ve never seen another boy with both ears pierced, but that’s fine too, because I’ll just pretend it’s a trend from America that nobody else has heard of yet. 

When I come out Jen turns away from the television screen to look at me.

“Looks okay,” she says.

“Yeah,” I catch sight of the clock behind her and realise that our ear piercing activities sliced only thirty minutes out of this long, empty July afternoon. “So, um, what now?”

“Any more bright ideas?”

I shrug, “I dunno. We could go play tennis?”

“Kids club is at the boat club until six and my sister is always hanging out with those inbred looking fellas at the one in the caravan park,” Shane says, “So no.”

“Joe, do you think your brother could go buy us cigarettes again? We could smoke up by the-”

“Nah man he’s working today.”

“Well the olympics are on so I suppose we could-”

“I couldn’t be bothered with sports,” says Jen, “nor do I want to sit here pretending to care. And now we’ve done all we were meant to do today and there’s nowhere else to hang out…” She looks at me for help as though I’m supposed to know how to keep three bored teenagers entertained through another endless summer day smack bang in the middle of a recession.

I sigh and throw my hands up in defeat, “Well… I dunno. Will we shave my head?” 

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[canaidliafail]

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streamer ellie Williams x dancer reader 🌿

Id call this an excessively long shitpost. It is in the same timeline with staygrounded but I wrote it down for self indulgent reasons such as -to no ones surprise- venting. It ain’t good btw but its getting better I think.

CW: first of all, reader is a dancer/ dance teacher || short mention of self harm || MDI: there are sexual themes if I remember correctly || Ellie being very gay

If you by any chance do enjoy this concept I don’t mind writing a part 2 tho. Requests are open ✨

“you blame it on the drugs I dont give a fuck cause the damage is done,

and you talk about suicide, its the way you manipulate”

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47 ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

gossip, rumors, spreading a false narrative and falling in love with being a victim of life and most importantly a victim of you.

So many things that could have been said about her. So many and yet all sat stale at the tip of your tongue. You wanted to rip her to shreds, put a curse on her and considered spending life in prison for premeditated murder. Then you cried and just prayed she would leave you alone and that she would find happiness and that you would never hear anything about it. You scratched your arms, the stitches holding your flesh together getting irritably itchier day by day. flesh that you so willingly sliced a week ago and regretted right after.

It was fucking embarrassing to fall to such depths of despair and misery cause of love. In life we allow things to happen to us. Saying that was comfort of some sorts. It gave you control over a situation that you were dragged around like a puppet.

Could truly another person's venom poison you this irreversibly?

And while you did crave love and attention you refused to humiliate yourself by asking for it,let alone admit to it.

“she didn’t love you, she loved the idea of being with you. You have to realize it baby, You are a known figure now…People will do that to you. This is a whole new world you just entered”

You shook your head and dully stared at the screen playing lo-fi on loop

“New world ? Feels like I'm back in high school”

You sat on the other end of the couch numb and mute. It had been a week since you spoke to your roommate and two since you last saw your whole friend group. You warned them

“I can’t talk but I really need you”

and they came and would chime in to whatever little but you were willing to share that night.

You all woke up around the same time the next day, exam season not really willing to cooperate with your mental breakdown and started getting ready. You had already failed 2 subjects. shit was not going your way so on the fourth day you just gave up and decided to go with the flow

“how bad can it get”

bit of advice fellas, never fucking say that cause it CAN get worse.

While initially you were well prepared for exams, You mixed up the days when you were supposed to submit assignments and the days when you were taking a written exam.

2 failed subjects, 4 more to go.

4 failed subjects… 2 more to go

Hot girl summer just doesn’t feel the same once you hit your 20s it seems.

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

You were aimlessly watching one story after the other,barely there and hardly caring what exactly you were looking at. Abby had just posted one cryptic photo with a girl you saw around in the community and smiled. You could tell something was going on with her and that other streamer girl and you smiled. You thought they were a good match and quite frankly you were just glad to see that some people were doing better in their love life than you ever could. It gave you hope that things like that still existed even if you weren't meant to experience them. Ellie had also just posted and you took a minute longer to appreciate her slender form dressed in tights and a top while horse riding. She was hot and she knew it and you liked that attitude of hers. You checked the next story which was a black screen with a text

*I fell off my horse two minutes after taking that pic*

And chuckled. Your eyes drifted off to the green square mark and cocked a brow

Oh?

So you were in her close friends ?

You sat up

“Wait since when has she-” You asked yourself out loud and noticed that indeed she was following you. In the midst of working on new content and getting out of your depressive slump you started checking your social less and less too busy with dance practice and trying to enjoy life and it seemed like in the middle of your subtle break things…. Happened

Maybe a few months ago when you were down bad for her this would’ve affected you but now you just shrugged and closed your phone. You need to get back to practicing a new dance combo for a video and you couldn’t be bothered. Your ex had scared you off from dating public figures for good. Dating was a strong word…You hardly wanted even a fling at this point.

You got dressed up and put on a wig, fixing your makeup in place and making a movement test before you went to the studio to record the new choreo so that you could only worry about the variation and not have any unnecessary technical issues. The studio was a few minutes away from your place by bus and you put on the songs you planned on rehearsing to get in the mood on your way there humming softly and tuning out any other thought polluting your mind.

There's was a text notification from the user

Elliefuckingwilliams

Which you forced yourself to ignore refusing to entertain whatever she could have texted you. If this was a month ago maybe you would have but now you didnt want to.

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

Ignoring her was your plan until you posted the new video of your dance which admittedly you did look good and may have been one of your best videos up to date. Ellie Was the third like on that post and she had shamelessly double texted you. You chewed on your lip nervous and uncertain

“She texted me again”

Ophelia, your roommate, peeked her head from her iPad and looked at you curious

“Who?”

“Ellie”

“ELLIE?! WAIT THE ELLIE?!” She jumped up and for a moment you for sure she came for your throat but instead clutched the blankets on your couch

“And what do you mean again ?! When did all of this happen ?”

“Relax it all started today and you know I wanted to tell you once we had time to properly hang out” You said fighting back a smile knowing that this was a victory. Ophelia had suffered you for months crying over your ex, then thirsting over Ellie and then back to square one. You owed her an update on your emotional affairs which you swore that they would stay stagnant.

“So what did she say ?”

You opened the Direct messages

Elliefuckingwilliams: Hey I have a question

Elliefuckingwilliams: Is your studio in Seattle ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: I have a project and am looking for a dance instructor. Let me know if you would be interested in a collab

“Ah. Just work stuff it seems”

“EXCUSES SHE JUST WANTS TO EAT YOU OUT AND IS LOOKING FOR A EXCUSE”

“You are shameless”

You stared at each other with a smirk fighting to break through, wanting to seem equally serious despite the ridiculous situation.

“She does not”

“She does. I’m betting 50 dollars”

Oh fuck off ill just roll you a blunt”

“A WIN IS A WIN” she said with her hands in the air “No come on! Respond already you are driving me crazy”

You rolled your eyes and considered her offer. You were taken aback cause Ellie didn’t seem like she would do anything with…dancing. However you weren’t new to influencers trying new things to get back on the algorithms favor so you brushed it off as her chasing new heights to her already growing fame.

-Hey, I’m not sure where you are exactly and it isn’t my studio. I am just renting the space but I could give you a lesson or two

Elliefuckingwilliams: Sweet! When are you available ? I have a gap next week otherwise it can be next month

You stared at her immediate response and quirked your brow in approval. Professional and straight to the point. You could respect that. Not what you were aiming for. You tried to ignore the previous conversations you two had that showed above her new messages. Your fruitless attempts at getting her attention in the most stupid of ways. Can’t blame a girl for trying. Shoot for the stars they say. You’ll land on dirt but hey, at least you gave it a fair shot and therefore no one could blame you for trying.

-This week is good. Say Friday ?

Elliefuckingwilliams: Yeah yeah cool! I'll text you the day before so that you can tell me your location and everything

You pursed your lips and turned to look at Ophelia who was on all fours on your couch desperately trying to steal a glance at your phone screen. You tossed it on one of the floor cushions

“Not a date. I’m just gonna be her dance instructor so looks like you owe me that blunt”

“Nu-uh. Bet you’ll be raw dogging in the studio. We will see who wins on Friday”

_________________ 𓆩♡𓆪 _________________

“And the dance floor is filling up with blood, But oh, Lord you’ve never been so in love”

ELLIE’s POV

Ellie was convinced that God had specifically hand crafted her body to be incapable of dancing. She had no coordination and perhaps was even tone deaf which was ridiculous for someone who played the guitar and sang. Not that she was a pro at that either but who creates a musician who doesn’t understand how to step on notes in any way other than with an instrument ? So now that she had texted you she was frantic, bouncing her leg up and down and chewing on the flesh around her fingernails.

“What's gotten into you?”

Dina asked while folding clothes. She was at her and Jesse's apartment for the night and she had yet to tell them about her new crush and her impatient attempt at getting to see you as soon as possible. Ellie was aware of you as a creator. Be it from a post-share on her friends stories or you falling on her timeline she would see you here and there. She vividly remembered a month where you peaked and she went from seeing you once every two months at best to seeing you every week. And she was curious as to why was everyone going crazy over you and your content. You seemed to interact mostly with Abby’s girl.

That’s how Ellie referred to the girl Abby seemed to be crushing on. In a game of broken telephone and who told what, Ellie planned on seeing how close Abby was with her girl and if that was close enough for her to ask if she could…well ask her about you and then somehow for that information to get back to you.

But all that plan failed the second Ellie asked

“So is Cotton dating anyone?”

And Abby took that horribly wrong and now was set on gatekeeping her. Ellie was awkward and a mess and couldn’t communicate properly what she wanted because to her, what she asked was obvious and had no hidden meaning or intention but the world around her didn’t work like that and she struggled so fucking hard with it.

Ellie’s second grant failure was when she followed you back. She was sure that you wouldn’t have missed it. But the silence was so loud it was deafening. You were still posting but you were otherwise quiet everywhere else. You rarely even watched her stories at this point so Ellie decided to grow a backbone and some balls and directly message you.

She flinched at the dry responses she gave you to your previous interactions which back then seemed professional but now they seemed…So distant.

Finally, she texted you.

and you responded.

“Dina I did a stupid thing”

Dina tossed the clothes in the wardrobe and kicked close giving up on tidying Jesse’s shit

“Ok, stupid how? Like speaking money or-”

“I texted my crush-”

“You have a crush?”

“Yes and so I texted her and-”

“Who is she ?”

“A content creator, anyways so I texted her”

“WHo?”

“Dina can you let me talk?!” she said frustrated and Dina grinned. She went to the kitchen aisle to grab a bottle of water and tossed another one Ellie’s way. She leaned against the counter listening to her friend endless yawping about this new crush. she called her twice a day until Friday, and would recite every move and gesture she planned on using to seduce you. Dina would turn each one down by saying

“You do realize that when you see her you will just shit your pants from excitement and won't say anything right?”

So ellie would hang up and call a few hours later with a new plan that aligned more with how she typically acted.

When Friday came she showered twice and changed outfits over and over again, as a result she was late. She was proud of her fit since the sleeveless turtleneck did a nice job at hugging her slim, well built frame and showed off her toned arms that took years of calisthenics to build and paired with a baggy pair of sweatpants she felt like she had the biggest dick in the city.

But once she parked outside of the studio you mentioned cold sweat ran down her spine and her hands felt clammy and sticky from anxiety.

what the hell am I doing

she questioned and rested her head against the steering wheel. She drummed her fingers on the soft leather and hummed a melody to ease her nerves till she heard light tapping on the window. She lifted her head and looked up and there you were. hair loose, shorts and a baggy graphic T that had a faded graffiti-like artwork of spiderman.

She hated how much she loved the sight in front of her.

she opened her door and slid out trying to gather her stuff in a hurry

“Hi sorry, were you waiting long? I missed the bus and had to wait a bit until the next one came…”

“no no! Its cool I was just, ugh trying to calm down cause I'm nervous”

you smiled and lowered your brows in empathy

“I assumed you would. You don't have experience in dancing right? Or at least you haven’t mentioned it anywhere”

She winced at how obvious her lie was and she didn’t know how to answer to that

I don’t dance but If that’s what it takes to fuck you then sure I can learn how to do a Ronde de Jambe

“ah yeah you got me there, I’ve never danced before”

“That’s cool with me. Just curious on what piqued your interest to start now. New hobby or…?”

“yeah new hobby!” she hurried to answer, glad that you inspired her on what lie to use for the day.

You nodded while checking her out head to toe and before she had time to boost her ego and assume that you did because you found her hot you said-

“Hm. I will need you to wear tighter pants next time so that I can see what you are doing with your legs. But for today it's fine”

and took the keys out of your duffel bag

“Well. Ellie williams. Ready to start?”

“ah yeah just, be gentle…? I've never done anything remotely close to dancing with my body and I might be pretty stiff”

“Don’t worry about it. I've had every type of student and all of them managed to pull a few cool moves in their second month. If there’s a will there’s a way”

she smiled more nervous than before. You were formal and professional leaving little close to no space for her to get flirty and she was at a loss. She should’ve done more research on dancer etiquette so that she wouldn’t have looked like such an uneducated swine but there was no point in getting angry over that now.

“We will start with basic breathing exercises and a warm up just to get you in the swing of things. We will start with body isolations”

Ellie stared at you from the mirror as you showed her the first few basic motions

“Alright so for the warmup just follow my lead”

you grabbed the remote and put on “never ending song” by Conan Grey which had a pretty standard rhythm and was easy to dance along to. Ellie was in awe with the plasticity of your body, every move being a continuation of the previous one all like a rolling tide of emotions complimenting the beat and the beat complimenting you.

On the other end, Ellie was too embarrassed to look at her own reflection

“alright so first to isolate your hips from your chest” you said and let the next song play. You laid your palm flat on her back and pointed a bit below her collarbones holding your fist in the air

“move with me, breathe in” you said and she tried to copy your move watching your chest rise. You shook your head

“no, I need only your chest to move. Relax your shoulders love” you teased with an easy smile and Ellie by now was a mess, from the proximity and from the simple exercise of trying to move your breathing pattern

You were oblivious to it all going from one body part to another occasionally fixing up her posture and tapping the part that she had to focus on, but all hell broke loose in your brain when you laid your hand on her stomach asking her to clench and unclench her core hunching within herself.

“You were so dramatic before, look at you Els. You just needed a little basic guidance “ you encouraged and she smiled and looked at you in excitement, oblivious to the fact that when she turned her head she was a breath away from accidentally kissing you

“ah! I-“

you smirked and pulled away

“I've been rehearsing this one choreo, best way to understand these exercises is through a dance routine. How do you feel about that?”

Ellie agreed and while dancing she kept being thrown off balance at the sharp turns that she had to take which in return slowed her down and she would miss a few steps. You let the music play in the background and let out an awkward chuckle

“Fuck ok this is my fault see I forgot to tell you about spotting”

“Spotting?”

You nodded and you pushed her back by her shoulder freeing up a line for you

“See when we turn, we always have a spot” You said and stepped into the appropriate preparation to do 8 simple turns, your head always snapping the back to the invisible mark you held with your eyes

Ellie pursed her lips. Seemed like such an obvious trick but one that went completely over her head

“Now I see that you struggle to look at yourself in the mirror, Which is fine. I’m sure you'll get used to it eventually, so instead try taking a few turns while holding eye contact with me, yeah ?”

You offered and she took a couple steps back

“Ugh…what were all those moves you made before spinning?”

“Oh don’t worry about that,thats ballet stuff. Just spin. Bent your elbows and hold your arms against your chest if it helps”

Ellie started off slow, picking up the pace as she neared you, eventually losing sight of what was in front of her

“Wow-wow-wowwww I got you” you said and steadied her by her shoulders and held her in place. She looked up at you taking in deep breaths, cheeks flushed and eyes wide open with her lips parted in a soft smile

“That went well, How do you feel?”

You said and you gently rubbed your thumb against the naked skin of her biceps.

“Great, I… I liked this it makes more sense now”

She said filled with excitement

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Every time Ellie liked your story you felt your heart skip a few beats. You were in the studio for your solo dancing practice and kept bouncing from one leg to the other to keep your muscles warm while you scrolled through your phone to find some inspiration or a pic that you could post and in return give Ellie an opening to respond to. The image of her timidly trying to follow along through your every move, her flushed cheeks and her voice shaking did things to your brain chemistry, re-wiring its entire structure and flow. Every time she posted a story with a smug smile and pants lower than her boxer briefs you just laughed remembering what a shy and soft mess of words the girl was and felt an unhealthy amount of endearment. A spark re-ignited in your dead heart and you liked it. You liked ellie when you didn’t know her, and you liked her even more now that you did.

By now it had been…a good two weeks that consisted of 4 dance practices that you had with her. The first time you saw her up close all you thought was a “huh”

And then a “she is shorter than me-“ which for you was dangerous. You had an incredibly soft spot for masc lesbians who were shorter than you. Unfortunately they were never attracted to you though. You had always attracted the exact opposite of what you wanted and you blamed that on your overly dominant attitude.

On the second day you both had the same idea of treating each other to a coffee and so you ended up with 4 paper cups of iced almond milk lattes which you laughed about for a good 10 minutes

“We are so in sync!” You commented and she nodded excitedly, blushing all the way to her ears.

On the third dance practice you purposely pretended to assist her and correct her to find an excuse to touch her and when you saw how positively she reacted to it you pushed on the advantage that you had, heavily , which made you believe that maybe there really was some kind of ulterior motive as to why Ellie was so set on having you as a dancing coach.

On the fourth day there was a shift in the tide and something was in the waters. Ellie had her hair gathered and decided to wear the sluttiest outfit on earth ( aka a white top and grey sweatpants )

She went to greet you with a hug and you noticed her perfume, subtle but there to make you lust after it. She asked if she could record the Dance you were rehearsing for a post and you felt alright with that. And she excelled. She was a fast learner and her body had a good flow. It did need polishing but she wasn’t half as bad as she claimed to be. The fifth video take was close to perfection and in her excitement she yanked you towards her and wrapped you in a tight hug which you immediately reciprocated eager for the contact with the sex God standing before you. You took in the blended smell of her perfume and her sweat which had you feel insufferable discomfort with how tight your pants were. Something about her raw scent had you horny like a dog and you had to clench your jaw in patience not to act out of instinct and try to get closer than needed.

You both laughed and she yelled in excitement “I fucking did it”

And then your voice followed, a bit quieter “I told you, you could do it” she pulled back her arm still on your waist, her thumb caressing the skin as she watched the video a second time in excitement. You took the chance to stand a bit closer to her while she in sync wrapped her whole arm around you and leaned her head against your chest enjoying the dance and pointing out things that you could do differently next time, all in the comfort of each other’s embrace.

She posted the video and in the daze of the excitement of seeing what you two looked like next to each other you forgot to worry about the fact that you were yet again getting entangled with a public figure. An actually big one. While your previous relationship was just your ex leeching off of you and your success, this one…it had to be different. Ellie had nothing to gain from you and you put your trust in that and in the fact that the two of you seemed to genuinely get along

You decided to text her first

“You impatient fuck. We could’ve filmed a better take tomorrow”

“You are such an ass, let me enjoy my accomplishments”

You started tidying up the studio and decided to leave your bag with your ballet clothes and pointe there since you would come tomorrow for Ellie’s lessons anyways. You chatted back and forth all the way back and you almost tripped on your staircase too busy typing a response. You banged your head against your door though thinking you had unlocked it to find that you didn’t. Ophelia opened it for you

“Girl?”

You looked at each other and you immediately broke into a smile the split your lips

“Ellie posted our video. And she left in the part where she hugged me”

“Oh-hooooo” she exclaimed and rushed you in. She tossed the mop on the side of the wall and nudged you to the couch abandoning whatever housework she was in the middle of to listen to you

“Aaaand we are still talking” You said smiling and Ophelia clapped cheering for you while you swung your way inside the house and fell dramatically on the couch.

“Oh my, I’m so glad the Gods heard our prayers cause I was sure I was about to send you off to priesthood”

“It wasn’t that bad”

You said with an offended gasp and she scoffed

“Honey, one more month and you were about to grow back your virginity. I’m just happy to see you back out there and not just with anyone but with The Ellie fucking williams!” She said getting louder with every word. You joined her cheerful demeanor hopping on the couch and you both started bouncing on it like kids in a playground

“I can’t believe this. I wanna wear something good for our practice tomorrow”

“Shorts and that nice red bodysuit!”

“But-“

“No buts! I know it’s uncomfortable but she will see you and rip it off right away so how much will you really suffer, you know?”

Ophelia coming through with the obvious answer to any and every world known issue was exactly what you needed to finish off your day. Though to be fair, if there was anything you should have listened to regarding -making a move on your crush- that would have to be her. She had a banging record of pulling every single guy she set her eyes on and one night standing them for her own satisfaction. Of course now she had her sights on someone specific but that didn’t change or erase all previously acquired skills in the flirting department. Despite all of that, You ended up rejecting the bodysuit idea because that would be a hassle to actually get off if things would go anywhere and even if they wouldn't, anything that tight during summer was a nightmare in general.

“Hey can I borrow that white top you have?”

“Borrow whatever you want and do whatever you want just never let me know about it”

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on the day that you fully planned on making a move a couple things went wrong. First and foremost well, It decided to rain down which meant you had to run all the way from the bus stop to the studio in a hopeless attempt to preserve your hair and outfit. It didn’t do much since you ended up like a drenched cat either way but you refused to let your mood falter.

You tried texting Ellie to ask if she could bring coffee for you two.

Few minutes later she came in with two iced coffees, not a drop of rain on her which you were awfully jealous of. Her cropped hair was once again all gathered in a short ponytail and she wore two sports wristbands around her arms which did unimaginable things to you. It was good sight with her sleeveless baggy tshirt. Ellie just knew how to dress plain and attractive.

“Looking good” she teased when she found you furiously trying to dry the ends of your hair with a towel

“Shut up. Please shut up”

“So sensitive” she said and rolled her eyes making her way to you and taking the towel from your hands

“Let me help” it wasn’t so much of a request as it was a demand when she pulled the towel out of your hands and moved behind you, wrapping your hair in it and squeezing it to get most of the water out. You felt your body temperature rise at the awfully tender gesture and unsure of what to do you just fidgeted with your hands looking at the floor

“ I can drive you back to your place if you want”

“No, it's fine. Ill wait it out”

“No no, I insist. Let me drive you back and look cool while doing so”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as she rounded you up to give you the towel with a small shy smile, her cheeks a shade of pink now.

Practice was good if you were to ignore that Ellie seemed a lot more focused on your assets rather than the moves you were showing. You knew the biker shorts you were gave her a 4K view of your ass but you didn't expect her to be this obvious about it. You stepped back after a moment and just watched as she rehearsed the dance on her own and you were in awe on how much more comfortable she seemed with her body now

“Good. This one was very good. Want me to film you so that you look at yourself?”

you asked and she shook her head satisfied with the progress. You slouched on the ground, legs spread and ankles on your knees wiping the sweat of your brow carefully as not wipe your brow completely off with it and looked at the time

“Well we are pretty much done then for today. Unless there’s anything you wanted to ask me or anything else you wanna try doing?” you asked and Ellie followed your lead walking over to you across the room and crouching down on her knees in front of you

“Oh yeah I did wanna ask something”

“go ahead then” you said dreading having to get up. You didn’t have to though

“Can I take you out on a date ? for coffee perhaps?”

[spifan]

Hello, i would want to know, what SF era is the most gay to you and which is the least? I feel it can't be more gay than Guerrive/Abbitan!!!

yess schwartz really did draw them REALLYYYY gay like he's truly pushing it and i think guerrive & abbitan leaned into writing them with homoerotic undertones too. not saying they're committed to make them gay in an actual "gay" way, but "gay" like those classic two-guy duos. though i think the publisher themselves is also riding this yaoi wave as they make them more and more. yknow... 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓

DISCLAIMER personally i dont see/"ship" them being "gay" in terms of. romantically lovey-dovey getting married hubby wubby way so i cant really rank the gayness of each era. everything is gay to me, theyre straight dudebros which is actually really fucking gay. straight is gay. its #camp. im bisexual. theyre too journalizing reportering to be thinking of marriage and dating and in love. they fuck as fellas they make out as homies <3 theyre in love yes but not like that but also yes like that

for me i do agree they're the gayest they've ever been in this current era, explicitly speaking. but franquin really hammered home that "lifelong partners" old-married couple trope for them and tome janry really tried to sprinkle in some bisexual stuff and make them heart-wrenchingly faggy. morvan & munuera's s&f has that newlyweds / young gays vibes even if many people hated their run for THAT album lol. and i'd say fournier and nic cauvin did have that they-are-together-but-we-wont-say-what-kind thing s&f generally have. so that leaves us with yoann & vehlmann. im not saying there isnt anything gay or crazy insane "the only explanation for the typa shit theyre pulling is love" moments in their era (there are A LOT!) but the characters feel pretty surface-level, they dont even spend that much time together, and they keep putting random heterosexual hearts flying everywhere every time one of them talk to the different sex LMFAO which is funny to think about since their debut spirou comic, their spirou de, was my favorite. and entire album was about the yin yang puzzle piece dynamic of the two. but one can always find gay in the most dudebros of way so! every era has its own gay-as-fuck flavor if ya dig deep enough. and ya had lost yer mind. and ya have love in yer heart <3

i was going to think about spirou de too but honestly you can find gay anywhere in any s&f comic fjdkjgdkf; shoutout to tarrin my bisexual spifantine GOAT though. and whatever the hell was in that lumière and fondation z albums. AND THE ROBBEDOES SPECIAL? lord this might go on forever

[trudemaethien]

for the prompts:

As you know, I have not read the RepComm books, so I have no idea how cursed this is. I could have rolled again but I thought it was funnier this way.

Ship: Mereel/Atin

Words: freighter, root, biography

I guffawed when I saw this pairing. idk if I’m going to be able to work those words into whatever their deal is but I’m definitely writing Them because it is indeed cursed and funny. (spoiler alert i didn’t manage it, i hope you’ll forgive me shdjskf lol)

Kal’buir has a new set of favorites, scrappy survivors cobbled together from the orphans of the clusterfuck bloodbath premiere of the war that was Geonosis. Three of them had already been in Sergeant Skirata’s commando cohort, so Mereel knows them vaguely.

One had not.

The Arcee Vau turned over to them calls himself Atin, a properly mando name, not to be confused with Mereel’s own brother A’denn. How does anyone confuse stubbornness with wrath, anyway?

Mereel knows better than to get invested in the lives of ordinary clones. They’re a chit a unit, these days—maybe two chits for a commando, value doubled when the quantity halved on day one. It doesn’t matter; Mereel and his brothers weren’t bought so cheaply, and he has higher things to concern himself with than interpersonal affairs.

Well, Ordo liked Qibbu’s rutian twi’lek barmaid, but instead of having the decency to like him back she’s taken a fancy to —you guessed it— Atin. Scarred, sullen Atin seems tacitly pleased with her attentions, and Ordo’s not kicking up a fuss, just sulking, yet Mereel cares more about the whole thing than he can justify as being on Ordo’s behalf. It’s not like the girl’s his type either.

Seems he hasn’t been subtle enough in watching.

“Something on my face?” Atin challenges him coolly, daring him to state the obvious. He’s stern and unamused, and that just makes it more enticing to fuck with him.

“Yeah, just a little”—Mereel reaches up and scrubs his thumb over the corner of Atin’s mouth, unscarred side—“shit, maybe nerf-stew, you got there.”

People are watching them. Beneath his deliberately calm and neutral face, Atin’s eyes have a gleam like he wants to bite Mereel’s fingers off but is choosing not to resort to violence out of some misguided notion it makes him the bigger man.

Mereel smirks at him and scrapes his thumb clean with his teeth, sitting back. Attention lapses from them at the lack of escalation, but Mereel can tell it’s not the end of it, just the beginning. Atin has the expression of a man contemplating the manner of his retribution, and Mereel cannot wait to see how he does it.

No question if he will. Would any such atin’la verd ever take it lying down?

The anticipation will satisfy until his revenge is served. Delicious.

fellas is it gay to touch another man’s lips and then put your fingers in your mouth… 🤭

(mereel just has to push all the buttons to see what they do. atin only looks nonreactive)

What Does This Do? 🔒 https://archiveofourown.org/works/51600454

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Okay! Since Eisoptrophobia is done I wanted to talk about it a little!

This is just gonna be me pointing out some things and the wacky symbolism that was in my head while making it, going page by page.

Title- The title page is an allusion to that one Candy Cadet story (with the kittens and the snake you know the one). The main idea behind the comic was that Henry was aware of what William was doing the whole time and this little story encaptulates that idea. The title itself is a reference to the UCN select screen music (as well as the idea that Will and Henry mirror each other).

Page 1: Not much to say about this other than one of my friends said it looks like Will is smoking a fat dart and it led to this image:

Page 2: I wanted to keep the horrid things that happened to these kids as ambiguous as possible (cus I think that's when FNaF's horror is at its best). Cass' whole deal is that her death was especially violent and cruel so I gave her the classic 'eyes and teeth poking out' treatment to make it up to her. Henry is grayed out in these flashback bits cus he's the fella from fnaf world (and also very sad).

Page 3: The more simplified Springy and child on the security footage was meant to evoke those weird minigames cus thats what they always felt like to me. Also you cant see his face but hello Clayton from the books.

Page 4: Those two streaks down the side with the rain are meant to look like the puppets tears :) I don't have to explain why will is purple, and smiling, and being the worst.

Page 5: I like this one lots :) Get compared, losers. Will and Henry are like the same guy to me.

Page 6: My favourite character the SCUPER. I really like the idea that Henry either aided in the creation of or fully constructed the funtimes. Just to add to that guilt. The pendulum is another FNaF World reference. Will is doing that thing where you hold your fingers over someones head to evoke rabbit ears.

Page 7: So this page is the scene in FNaF World where the guy at the desk uses Baby to try and take his own life. This is before she was possessed (hense the blue eyes) and related in my brain to Henry's insanity ending monolouge (where he compares what Will did to him as a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding). Now, I think Henry did die here, but got remnant revived like Mikey was. That's why his text goes red (he is fueled by rage).

Page 8: OLD MAN HAND (his fingers are purpled and his nails are yellow cus of the corpse thing).

Page 9: WAS THAT THE BITE OF '87?!?!?!? Also Phone Guy's death. The framing looks like tear streeks again. It's showing how Henry's actions have hurt people the same way Will's have.

Page 10: Henry gets to find a bit of humour in this, as a treat. His tie is puppet themed.

Page 11: He always comes back or whatever and Henry knows that. He's also pissed off. His eyes also have a little X in them :)

Page 12: They're a little gay I can't help myself. I've always liked Henry's use of religious language in regards to Will specifically. He's closing the door on him in that last pannel.

End: This one is double the length cus I wanted Will to have the space to manic laugh. Will also doesn't take Henry's threat very seriously (that's why he hangs around in FFPS and fucking dies). Is him calling Henry a friend mocking? Does he actually believe it? Does he mean it like 'friend'? It is all and non of these. It also mirrors the first page. We start with Will in the suit and we end with Will in the suit.

And that's it! This project has been a lot of work but very rewarding. I've been thinking about doing something like this since FFPS dropped so I'm glad to finaly get this out of my system. It's been very fun :)

[spacedykensfw3]

I look at it like this, about the age play thing. If you can accept and pretend that Chris Evans really is a genetically enhanced super soldier who can fight a purple alien that wants to wipe out half the universe, you can accept some people like to pretend their partners are family during sex or they’re younger than they actually are.

Are there some who’d actually do it? No fucking shit. But that’s why it’s called ROLEPLAY. For some reason, incest and DG causes people’s brains to malfunction

Seriously!! And the way I see it the issue with ageplay specifically comes from two places: one, the fear of things we don’t understand, and two, the fact that in the past ddlg blogs kind of gave themselves a bad wrap on here by not making it clear they were ddlg blogs and posting a lot of kid-friendly looking stuff that ended up with minors in spaces or interacting with adults that they shouldn’t have. And while there’s a valid conversation to have there, I don’t think it’s worth it (or really even helpful) to go after people who are into it. Like I said: there’s always going to be people into that no matter how hard you try to make it not be the case.

It’s the same “omg you think hitting your partner is okay?!?!” sort of bullshit thrown at ye olde basic BDSM, just repackaged for whatever kink is under scrutiny. That line of questioning does eventually end up at “fellas, is it gay to have boring vanilla sex with your wife?” which is insane right-wing twitter discourse that has actually happened . So.

[dearest-infinity]

guess who's FINALLY back

so ik i was dead for a long time. sorry about that, can't promise it won't happen again, but hey! i got some better outlines for my wips and new directions things are going in :> so while i might've been in a bit of a creative coma, i'm slowly clawing my way back to the surface lmao

anyway! since it's been a hell of a long time: what's up, name's moony (or lune, if you're feeling formal), pronouns he/him or ze/hir, and i'm a fantasy writer!

the wips i'm focusing on are, at the moment:

wrong side of legendary: an urban fantasy work about a keith, traumatized former prince, cross, the rat bastard keith summons when he tries to do something for his roommate, and saying fuck you to the world and the people they were supposed to be. mlm, just a teeny bit spooky

red rise: soft sci-fi fantasy that the outline is worrying me with the projected word count of, oh god that's centered around kyra, a girl with a sun living in her chest, trying to save the universe from an empire that can never really outrun the destruction it leaves in its wake, and silena, her best-friend-turned-desperate-enemy who's the golden girl of the empire and owes her life and more to it. there are so so so many sad lesbians in this. i am not immune to sad lesbians and neither are you.

dark eyes (name under construction): tragic fantasy. levi is the town witch, and it's her job to keep everyone safe from the magical forest that surrounds them and, should it come down to it, the fae that live in it. this... does not go very well. one day, levi wakes up to the entire town having been overrun by the forest, and the townspeople either turned to wood or vanished. as she sets out to right this, she encounters branwen, a forest fae who will help her in exchange for one thing: her heart. i love them dearly, your honor.

and of course, the backburner wips:

elle is waiting (by the bodies of your gods): retired apocalypse-ender yis'sika and her wife rhoze are called upon, once again, save the world from— huh. it seems no one can really tell them. no one except a girl who claims to be from another world, and a young woman made of flowers who claims to be yis'sika and rhoze's daughter. no one trusts each other, but the clock is ticking. the statues have eyes. and elle is always, always, waiting.

black lightning: nova and zenith are vigilante partners who know and trust each other with everything in their fight against the corrupt system—everything, except their identities. this becomes a problem when nova, civilian name estelle, is scouted to become an intelligent, a once-human, now-machine enforcer of the law, and is brought into the glass palace—which, despite its name, is impossible to get anything in or out of. zenith, civilian name zhen, realizes that something must've happened, and tries to save nova from whatever fate has befallen her; a course that takes her to the glass palace. it may be the lion's den, but with the two of them working together, they might be able to strike at the heart of the power that's hurt so many. also they're gay. they're really gay. fluffy wlw superhero action (with just a teeny touch of the body horror. TINY)

unnamed wip (time travel sapphics flavored): fellas, is it gay to time travel to save the world? no? fine. is it gay to time travel to save your really really hot dyke best friend? THERE WE GO. wlw and happy for once!!!

unnamed wip (wild west flavored): an immortal necromancer wants to fulfill the natural order and die. a sunwraith cowboy, risen from the grave to have its justice—or is it revenge?—, wants to live the life stolen from it. i won't lie, i don't know much about this one, but it's gay and bittersweet.

postcard from the end times: this one's actually going to be a comic! fantasy story about a bunch of kids who go to trauma school and try really, really hard to win in a system that's trying to farm them for all the misery they can produce. spoiler alert: it doesn't work. so, new plan: kill the school and everyone behind it. salt and burn until the cancer's dead, and keep going until it can't claw itself out of its own grave. what's god to a shit ton of angry teenagers? killable.

woagh. that was a lot. anyway, love you all! good luck this year, hopefully it's better than the last ;;-;;

[ashalaughs]

An Annotated List of Men's Tinder Profiles Part 14

Friends, it’s been a while but I’m feeling inspired. We could all use a laugh.

Blow me up with your stories, I will return the favour in a different way!: My stories are very violent

Hey, I’m [Name]. I like to stay active with home workouts and gym sessions: honestly, a level of laziness that I have to respect

I like it all and find it easy to get into conversation. Less politics the better though (mindfulness): is that what mindfulness is?

I must admit, I was born at an early age: yeah, we all were, man

I believe people take to many pictures of themselves, especially dudes. If you have more than 2 it’s too much. First should be DL and the last one: fellas, is it gay to gaze upon your own visage?  

If the world didn’t suck, we’d all fall off: You cannot convince me that this is not what flat earthers believe

No I don’t eat chicken n rice. I only eat nachos tyvm!: So offended by the two most common foods in the world

No Low Vibrational Shit. Im impressed by almost nothing: I’m no vibrations expert, but surely never being impressed by anything isn’t the good vibes-producer you think it is?

If ur someone that wakes up in the morning and the 1st thing u do is eat food and then brush your teeth don’t match me plse: This totally mystifies me in a way I really love

I just discovered that I like sushi it’s ok if you don’t like it I will never ask you to go to the restaurant with me: will he just never go to a restaurant with me period or just that sushi restaurant in particular?

If you can climb me like a tree, then I will expose my flaws, and also…intelligence is a vivacious. Handle that, then we can get hands on…show me u can be a commander of chiefs: I have so many questions. Are the flaws a reward? A vivacious what? Which chiefs am I commanding?

Just a young 29 year old very energized young man Looking for a beautiful thick mature juicy cougar woman…I’m a young energizer bunny that goes deep for long hours: hey, do you think this guy is freaking out about turning 30?

Trust me I’m on job. I ain’t trying to blow my own trumpet but every time I meet up with someone, have sex, make love whatever they always say they can’t feel there legs I don’t get it is it a nervous system thing or something. Or maybe they’ve watched too much which chicks but anyways I’m apparently paralysing women: this just really cracks me up. No notes.

The current efforts are for the sake of not asking others for help in the future. Strength is the strongest foundation. Remember, life is not about winning sympathy through tears, but winning applause through sweat: I would argue that life is about neither of those things

Fat, lazy, nerdy, piece of garbage. Looking for will to live. I’ve been told I have a soothing aura: this can’t possibly be true

Sorry hoes u had ur chance but Ark Survival ascended is out its Game Time now: how ever will we comfort ourselves?

If swipe right = Okay with clothes ripped: inaccurate

Not interested in Norses, real estate agents, fitness sick girl’s, vegetarian, and women with children from different fathers: he wants to slut shame, but he also hates Vikings and people who want to sell him a house

I think the world of Canada. But Canada doesn’t provide women in return. Canada is a dishonourable citizenship: this man thought that he’d take his oath to the queen and then his nationally assigned wife would be like “let’s go”

Tired of endless swiping? Bored with ‘modern dating’? Sick of comparing and being compared? Fuck all that! Ler’s build a Sex temple, run by a robot mommy, that does all the boring decision making for us and leaves us to have fun. Like life is supposed to be, remember?: Dating apps are always a bit dystopian but this truly takes it to another, more terrifying level. Look, if I ever encounter an adult who wants a “robot mommy” in real life, I don’t know if I’ll ever recover.   

[evolvingchaoswitch]

A Raccoon Walked into a Bar

Summary:

Rocket found a good friend in the bartender at the Alphabet Mafia Gay Bar in Avery Malloli and over the five years after the snap became more than good friends. Rocket dipped out after a night of passion and only after dealing with his demons finally decided that it was time to come make amends; five years later. Rocket didn't know what to expect when he saw the jilted lover next but he sure as flark knew that he wasn't expecting that,

Notes:

Welcome to the new story that wouldn't let me write anything else till I brought it to life, enjoy!

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Chapter 1: Making amends isn't easy

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Rocket Raccoon hated how anxious he felt walking down the streets of New York, he shouldn’t feel that way he had faced harder things, his childhood, Groots death and everyone dusting before him; oh and his own death. So why did going to apologise to someone that cared about him, that he hurt rate so high on his emotional scale? He already had a good idea that they probably hated him after all how could you forgive the guy that fucked and ducked on you? Here he was all dressed up in some schmuck suit with their favourite flowers in hand and it was all because he was a glutton for punishment. All because a Raccoon wandered into a bar.

Rocket remembered the first time he laid eyes on Avery Malloli in that tumultuous time in his life that was the five years after the snap. He stumbled into the Alphabet Mafia gay bar on a cold January night while he was stuck on Terra helping out some of his allies in the aftermath of the snap. He had been trying out a few bars to see if he could find somewhere to drink that wouldn’t have so many assholes making a big deal over his looks. He was hoping the reviews of the place being mutant friendly worked in his favour tonight and he got to enjoy his hooch in peace. Rocket knew that if he drank alone he might do stupid things, and the galaxy needed him to have his wits about him.

Rocket remembered strolling up to the bar fully expecting to deal with some new moronic shitbag that gave him a hard time about what he wanted to drink, instead all he heard was,

“Whatcha drinking fella?” The voice had notes of both friendliness and disinterest that only a bartender after one a.m could pull off.

“Scotch, two fingers neat” He watched as the bartender wandered over to the selection of scotch on the shelves and took a moment to look them over. Rocket could tell what a nice ass looked like even if it was hidden behind a pair of baggy black pants covered in pockets and a decent collection of chains. Though he was fairly sure some of them belonged to the sick pair of combat boots that made the bartender stand at about five eight though without the boots they were probably around five six. A mid length of multicoloured ringlets were kept away from their face held in place by a no nonsense ponytail, which also made it easier for Rocket's eyes to trail over the multitude of shiny silver piercings that adored each pair of ears. In the shapes he could make out skeletons, occult symbols and a few other things that reminded him of that Terran store with all the moody employees , hot point? Burning topic?

“Any preferences?” They were focused on doing their job rather than wondering if their patron was hitting on them, which was a damn good skill for a bartender to have.

“Whatever will get me a decent buzz” He wasn’t sure what compelled him to ask but he wanted to know the name of this one “What’s your name?”

“Avery yours?” Avery walked back over to him with the chosen bottle of scotch before pouring his order into it. Rocket took the few seconds it took for Avery to make it over to his side of the bar to finish looking them over, he let his mouth twitch up into a smile reading her shirt that proudly declared: I IDENTIFY AS A THREAT, MY PRONOUNS ARE TRY/ME stretched over a very pronounced set of mammaries though it did look to Rocket that something was holding them back more than just a bra. Rocket took a bit longer answering lost in appreciation of Avery’s well built arms most likely developed as the result of having to throw ruly drunks out into the ally.

“Rocket” He met Avery’s eyes for the first time, getting lost in the fluctuating grey irises that were dotted with patterns of white and a dainty circle of gold close to the pupil in each eye. The colours popped out against the backdrop of the dark black makeup that surrounded the lids of Avery’s eyes, broken up by splashes of red pigment and accentuated by an eyeliner wing so sharp it could kill a man. Avery’s slim lips curled up into a friendly closed mouth smile that hovered just under a twin pair of silver rings that adorned both sides of an equally petite nose that was decorated with a smattering of freckles against the pale canvas of her skin.

“So as you enjoy the drink I’m going to tell you the same bar rules that we tell everyone and if you don’t like them you can pay and leave after” Rocket nodded sipping his drink as he let Avery continue into what had to be a well rehearsed speech to them by now.

“1. When people come into the bar they are looking to drink and enjoy themselves. The only thing I’m worried about is people are of legal age to be here and considering I’ve seen you on the news a few times I got a good idea about you being of legal age. Now what that means is that when someone tells you something about themselves you take them at their word, about sexuality, about pronouns and about gender presentation”

Rocket could respect a bar that’s first rule boiled down to mind your own flarkin business, though he should probably ask “What are yours? I’m preferential towards he/him myself”

Avery’s eyes lit up with a bit of relief that their patron seemed to be taking rule one well, that was the one that served as the feelers test, depending how a person reacted to it let Avery know if they were going to be a problem later on.

“I’m they/them never felt a connection with gender I suppose it’s because I view myself as less of a solid entity and more of an evolving concept of a being, you get it”

Rocket liked this one, they thought different and it was amusing to listen to the thoughts verbalised.

“So next rule; Everyone has the right to be stupid but abusing that privilege will get you kicked out of the bar. We don’t like ist’s here, racists, misogynists, misandrists or bigots in general. My empathy for other’s opinion rapidly vanishes when people try to fuck with others basic rights”

There was no friendly smile to accompany that rule, just the same no-nonsense tone he was used to from Gamora; his heart clenched painfully.

“Other than that typical bar rules apply and enjoy your drink” Avery looked him up and down for a moment “The first one is on the house”. Well that was a nice change of pace.

So Rocket Raccoon found a place to drink whenever he found himself around Terra, and to his surprise he found himself having a decent time, though sometimes it made him feel guilty. It was lonely trying to piece together the galaxy with Nebula trying to mourn her sister, with him trying to mourn everyone again and all the other bullshit that came with half the population disappearing. The Alphabet Mafia was a nice refuge from all his problems when he was able to get to visit that was, though over time he tried to make the visits more frequent. The reason was simple: he ended up striking up a good friendship with Avery during year one after the snap, they were very easy to talk to, and their insults were hilarious.

His favourite so far is what Avery said to a transphobe that was harassing one of the girls looking to have a good night out “Well aren’t you two billion years of wasted evolution?” Watching the guy try to piece together a retort and fail was a beautiful performance of failed neurons at it’s finest as Avery yeeted the guy out of the bar, working as more of a bouncer on some nights. He admired the dedication they showed to the community they belonged to, it was a type of aggressive caretaking that he could get behind.

Though the toughest people that visited the bar had to be the Drag Queen, those broads were able to tape their dicks back and strut around lookin like a million credits without batting as much as a false eyelash; Rocket was not that tough.

Rocket had gotten wholly plastered on the year anniversary, trying to drown out the knowledge that everyone he let himself love again was gone, and he didn’t know where he was when he woke up. While he was trying to reorient himself he immediately took the water bottle that was offered to him, chugging it down before he turned his head to see who passed it to him, and it was Avery. It was the first time he had seen them without any makeup on, without the ponytail to keep the hair out of their face letting him enjoy the site of unruly, currently blue and green hair framing either side of their small face.

“Mornin Rocket, how do you take your coffee?” It took him a minute to pull the words together “Why am I at what assume is your place?” He quickly added “I like my coffee black” He watched as they wandered over to the kitchen to fix the cups of coffee for both to enjoy.

“You were drinking extra heavy last night, which made complete sense to me but I wasn’t going to let you go off by yourself especially with how you stroked your blaster as you drank” The implication of what Avery was worried about hung in the air, silently acknowledged but not to be mentioned again. Both drank the coffees in silence before he muttered out a weak “Thanks” that Avery returned with a smile “Anytime man” as the silence suddenly felt very comfortable.

The trend started that he ended up crashing at Avery’s place when he was in town for a few nights and enjoying spending the few days with them. Avery taught him about all their favourite Terran media, once he got the source material behind the jokes he really found himself enjoying Scream Queens; Chanel Oberlin was a rancid cunt but was hilarious to listen to. He in turn told Avery about his exploits across the galaxy, the prisons he had escaped from in his youth and everything he could remember about galactic history per Avery’s request.

Sometimes when he and Avery got together usually one of them was dealing with an injury either from his work as a Guardian or Avery getting into another fight. A lot of assholes were out looking for vulnerable spaces that they could abuse for their own sick need for power, unfortunately for them they preyed on the wrong community. Avery, accompanied by some of the bars other regulars would patrol the streets keeping those homophobic douchebags away the best they could, Rocket was getting sick of seeing Avery’s hands bloodied and bruised so often. He was already working on some gear that would toe the line between legal and illegal tact gear but he didn’t care, S.H.I.E.L.D could suck his furry sweaty balls.

Not all the brawls were bad he supposed afterall he did get to see those beautiful breasts up close and personal; though he ought to feel like more of an asshole for enjoying the moment so much, he just couldn’t bring himself to.

“Rocket my arm is in a cast and I got stinging bleeding abrasions between my tits, can we just be adults for a second and have you dress the wound in between”

He remembered how their angry scarlet abrasion stood out from the pale perfect mounds that were Avery’s breasts. He knew he leaned in closer than he needed to in order to treat the wound but he had the masochistic desire to court danger as the light peach of Avery’s nipples tempted him. They looked as delectable as fresh peaches and cream, Rocket wanted to wrap his tongue around them so badly it made him ache. He finished dressing the wound then helped Avery put their top back on and neither of them spoke of the moment again, though he personally would never forget how hard he was that day, he damn near fell over thanks to the blood flow shift.

He stuck around a little longer to keep an eye on Avery as their arm healed, and the two of them got closer than he expected. He promised himself that he would leave after a day after observing Avery to make sure they wouldn’t end up doing more damage to the arm but he ended up staying for a full week; if Rocket was being honest with himself then it was because he missed having friends to take care of. He had to leave after he saw the small collection of plants Avery took care of in their bedroom. These ones seemed special, so he asked and wished he didn’t.

“What’s with these plants and why do you have some of those little tealight candles above them?”

Rocket watched as Avery flushed with embarrassment which was such a pretty colour he was determined to make them go that shade again. Avery spoke in a low tone almost as if they were afraid their voice would scare him off and not the words being spoken.

“The last couple of times you’ve been plastered in my apartment I’ve heard you babble things in your sleep, about how much you miss your friends”

Avery paused for a moment trying to read the expressions on his face before continuing “I named each succulent after one of your friends so each of them had some form of grave marker for you to be able to visit” Avery rubbed the back of their head nervously “I was going to bring it up before the year two anniversary came up an another few months because you deserve to have a place to mourn them and they deserve to be remembered”. Avery lowered their eyes to avoid his “I’m sorry if I overstepped” Rocket hadn’t known what to say instead he just hugged Avery tightly for a moment hoping they’d respect both the gesture and the silence; they did.

Before he left for space he had made sure that Avery saw him take some of the regulars of the bar out for some nasty fun because he needed some distance between them before he started to develop feelings that weren’t going to be returned. He regretted that upon return because for two years he had to put up with Avery’s new girlfriend Denise, and he fucking hated Denise she always made he feel unwelcome wherever he came for his visits. He hated how Avery couldn’t see how that bitch was isolating them from the people in their life, slowly taking over their time with high maintenance bullshit and he couldn’t get how someone as strong willed as Avery could fall to that.

Ok maybe he got it a bit more after he watched the both of them from the vantage point of Avery’s closet, one day when he snuck into their room to covertly upgrade their laptop so the piece of shit wouldn’t run so slow and ducked into the closet when he heard the noises behind him. From the small crack he watched with voyeuristic glee as both Avery and their girlfriend were in the midst of pulling off each other's clothing. Rocket could give less of a shit about what Denise looked like he was razor focused on getting to see all of Avery that he could, and the mirror across the bed helped give him all the angles he was hoping for.

Seeing the breasts for the second time was better than the first because he was able to enjoy leering at them without fear of being smacked upside the head for being a pervert. They were more than a handful even to a Terran, not traditionally round as the media preferred to portray large breasts instead more tubular in shape, the stretch marks on the skin gave Rocket the idea that they had come in pretty quickly during Avery’s youth. Rocket couldn’t help but think of how responsive Avery’s breasts would be under his paws, how the calloused sections of his finger pads would elicit goosebumps to appear across the creamy flesh as the pink of their nipples darkened into that pretty shape of pink. Would get even better when he was able to get his mouth around them, he started stroking himself at the thought of the soft flesh spilling out from either side of his jaw.

He was so lost in thought he almost missed the best sight of all, Avery kneeling between their girlfriends legs with the mirror directly behind them giving the best view in the house, Avery’s taunt ass that had the cutest solo freckle on their left cheek and even better Avery’s stunning cunt was also visible for him to enjoy. Rocket’s had never been more parched in his life, and he explicitly knew where he wanted to drink from most watching the dripping pool of arousal hang off of Avery’s folds taunting him.

Rocket imagined slipping up behind Avery, gripping the perfect hips as leverage as he buried his tongue deep into the warm walls that he’d have spoiled for his tongue once he was done. He’d certainly out-do whatever Denise would give Avery that's for damn sure, he pushed the thought out of his mind as he continued to enjoy the free show and tried to be quiet as he stroked himself to a well deserved orgasm. It didn’t take long afterall he had a visual feast in front of him to enjoy as the sheen of sweat that coated Avery brought further attention to every well defined muscle, every tattoo that they had added to their personal canvas and the self satisfied smirk that curled across their lips as Avery made Denise get off for the fifth time sent him over the edge.

Rocket was disappointed when Denise put in a quarter of the effort to get Avery off, he could tell that Avery wasn’t satisfied when they sent their girlfriend off because he heard the buzzing sound followed by a few loose moans and he wasn’t sure how he escaped the apartment without attacking Avery in all the right ways but he did. He took out the rampant horneyness with some of the furry twinks that he had met at the bar, didn’t matter to him that they were using him to fulfil a fetish, he was just glad to have a warm hole to enjoy.

Rocket was destroyed when he found Avery sitting in the middle of their living room muddling those beautiful grey irises with thick tears.

“She left me” The hoarse tone of Avery’s voice tore him to shreds as he slid beside them “What happened?” Nothing was going to be a good enough answer for Rocket but he’d figure he should ask anyway.

“She said it was weird that I spent so much time with you, and how much time I spent at the gym” He watched Avery wash down more liquor “Said if I was going to keep making myself look so much like a man that I might as well transition” Rocket hated that more tears slid from Avery’s eyes “Then let me connect the dots that she had found someone more femme to be with, and left” The sobs got louder “Why can’t anyone be happy with what I am instead of what they want me to be” Rocket knew there was nothing he could say to make things feel better for their friend of the last few years so he did what Avery usually did while when he was sad and drunk Rocket just held them.

Denise was going to fucking pay!

It was from then on the dynamic between Rocket and Avery changed into something more than just friendship despite how much Rocket tried to bury his feelings. Looking back he felt like an idiot for not recognizing that Avery had a giant crush on him too but was also trying to hide it most likely because they thought it might ruin the friendship. Avery had the habit of having him curl into them during movie night, squeezed him a bit tighter every time he left and eyes that lingered a bit too long on his mouth when he was talking.

Rocket had just finished telling Avery about how he was going in with the other heroes to the Avengers complex to hopefully pull off some sort of miracle to return all the people who were snapped away. He didn’t mince any words about his chances of survival or the plan's chance at success, Rocket didn’t want to breed any false hope that he’d return if things went south. Rocket just clued in that the pouring sound that he was hearing came from the kitchen where Avery was pouring from an old bottle of scotch and handing him a glass.

“We drink to your safe return and success” He clinked his glass to Avery’s then together they polished off the entire bottle before proceeding to get delightfully plaster and frightfully honest with one another. Rocket broke one of his own boundaries and could hear stories from his past start trickling out of his maw faster than he could stop himself. He swirled down into a diatribe of self hate chanting each self deprecating insult as a prayer as he felt Avery pull him into their strong arms.

“No, none of what you said was remotely true for fucks sakes you were a baby Rocket, what power did you really have?” He could feel the wetness of his own fur covered with both his and Avery’s tears, he felt a kiss on the top of his head so gentle that he was partially certain that he imagined it “You need to be nicer to your brain, you deserve better than self hatred, you just deserve so much more than you’ve been given Rocket”. Rocket had never had anyone kiss him on his head, never had someone want to show tender appreciation of his brain without using it for their own personal gain.

Rocket looked up at Avery before finally deciding that it would hurt more to not know how they felt about him and decided to shoot his shot by planting a soft kiss on Avery’s lips. To his delight he felt as Avery let a low moan out of their throat before eagerly kissing back allowing their tongue to slip into his mouth. A shiver of delight ran down the entirety of his spine as he felt Avery’s tongue duel with his over dominance of the kiss, each refusing to give up control. He could feel Avery pulling at his clothing trying to yank the material off of him to get to the body that they craved to touch, he broke away from the kiss for long enough to remove his clothing as he watched Avery pull off their shirt and binder with a surprising amount of speed. Avery was eager for him;Good.

Avery was stroking down his back gently circling around each bit of metal on his spine before tormenting the sensitive skin surrounding his tail. Rocket got his revenge by nipping down the column of Avery’s throat leaving pretty purple marks as landmarks of his travels, he could smell the surge in arousal every time he sunk his fangs in deep and the smell only got more potent once he finally got his paws on those lovely tata’s of theirs. The breasts were even softer than he had imagined, as he watched as goosebumps dotted the delicate flesh in response to his touch and the moan Avery made once he had a nipple firm between his fingers was a thing of beauty. He added a few more splashes of purple to Avery’s skin when he nipped over the tops of their breasts enjoying the pleasant hiss of pain Avery made, Rocket made sure to suckle each nipple gently once he took each into his maw.

Rocket was lost in the sensation of suckling Avery’s bountiful tits, enjoying how far he could get each nipple into his mouth short of hurting it when he had to pull away to let out his own lurid moan, as Avery had slowly slid a finger into the tight ring of his asshole. Rocket could see stars again as he was swept away by the feeling of Avery’s finger pumping in and out of him slowly so as to allow each intrusion stretch him further, his cock twitching painfully. Rocket used some of his remaining brain cells to push Avery back onto their back to give him the chance to get between those delicious looking thighs of theirs. Rocket breathed in the deep musk of Avery’s well fitted boxes running his tongue over the soaked fabric covering the delectable cunt underneath before opting to shred the barrier that the boxers provided to get to his meal.

The high whining noise that Avery made as he latched onto their pussy tongue fucking them into the first orgasm of the night was so good he wished he had a recording; fuck he wanted every moment for his holodeck. Rocket loved how the walls of Avery’s cunt hugged each contour of his tongue as he stroked every available area that he could. Rocket especially enjoyed how his tongue would get coated in delightful tangy cream when he stroked a certain ridge within hard enough and he revelled in the way the thighs on either side of his head quivered with each application of pressure. Rocket slid up Avery’s body once he felt that they were lubricated enough, lining his cock up with the entrance to Avery’s pussy before searching Avery’s eyes for consent. Avery nodded, pulling their legs behind Rocket having him thrust deep into their aching pussy, grinding their hips into his with reckless abandon as both resumed a heated make out. The entire apartment was filled with the sounds of loose moans, the slapping of skin to fur and short sharp inhales of breath before Rocket flooded Avery’s pussy with a roar as he spilled into them.

Rocket laid there in Avery’s arms in the middle of the living room floor enjoying the sound of their beating heart when he could feel Avery’s walls twitch around him and he found himself getting hard again. It took him a second to string together “Do you wanna go for more?”

Avery looked into his eyes as a wide mouth smile took over their face “Fuck yeah”.

They spent the next several hours fucking over the entirety of Avery’s apartment before ending up in the bed together, and Rocket allowed himself two hours to cuddle before he’d had to leave. He wished he didn’t hear Avery say”I love you” while they fell asleep this would have felt so much easier to slip out the door, he couldn’t stay he had to save the galaxy and he knew that Quill would need to escape to space after he remembered everything that happened with Gamora so he’d probably not be back to Terra for awhile.

It was for the best.

Rocket in the present moment thought about how flarkin stupid that idea was, he should have come back after even if the talk was going to be hard. Rocket took a moment to collect himself just outside of a public park that a bunch of kids were playing at that was only a few blocks away from Avery’s apartment. He took a moment to see if they were visiting the park like they used to, Rocket wasn’t expecting to find Avery so easily but there they were in the flesh and if his eyes weren’t deceiving him looking fantastic with fuller hips than he remembered. He was so distracted that he allowed himself to be mowed down by a pair of small Terran children running towards Avery screaming “Par” As Avery picked both up planting kisses of each of their kisses “We need to apologise to that man sweeties, that wasn’t nice, I’m sorry sir”

This is how Rocket Raccoon made eye contact with Avery Malloli for the first time in five years, the shock rang clear through the entirety of the beautiful grey irises he had come to miss. Rocket felt a tug on the arm of his suit when a bigger surprise smacked the sense out of him effectively as he looked down at a pair of twin girls that looked like Avery but with a set of ears and tail just like his. He watched as Avery snapped out of whatever shock they were feeling to speak “Rocket go sit on the bench over there, we need to talk”

Rocket nodded dumbly as his legs automatically carried him to the bench before he sat down with a thud, those were his biological kids he could smell the familiarity on them. He got Avery pregnant and left them.

He was so fucking dead. * Par is a gender neutral alternative to Ma or Mom

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